I have new, lithium batteries. (thank you blog poster!) Now, I believe my camera is working!

But alas, I am too tired to post.

The quote is something I liked when I heard it (yes, on an audio book) in Christopher Buckley's memoir, "Losing Mum and Pup." I guess William F. Buckley said that all the time and, I dunno, I thought it might help me plow through. And I put it up on the bulletin board and y'know, it has helped when I get that sinking feeling.

Then, this morning I thought: My life has never been more boring. And it's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me.

And it's very true on all counts.

But tonight I'm thinking that no, it's, "Industry is the engine of melancholy." Because I made many meals today, I made a big chicken soup from scratch and chopped vegetables for two hours straight. I did laundry, I ironed (I know, I like that part but still I want to bitch about it - it's part of what I like about it!) and I read with Mulan and got the kitchen sort of together because tomorrow morning at 8:15 Isaac arrives who is going to paint the kitchen. And I am weaving and cross-eyed and that is not a good time to write. And then I get this tired, I tend to get sad. And I really have nothing to be sad about.

Well there is the state of the world.

Oh! Last night Michael and I watched the Werner Herzog documentary, "Encounters at the End of the World." It's about the South Pole and the people who work and live there and the science that's being done there and the animals under the ice. It's so damn good. I was up in the night, haunted by the sounds of seals chattering under the ice. The people were great too. I really loved it.

G'night....