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There's something about the term "Homeland Security" that gives me a squirrely, 1930s Germany feeling in my gut. It's the word homeland, and phrases like "protecting the homeland" of course. errrgh. Really gives me the creeps.
Rain hissed and plinked all night and it's actually cold out. Ooh lala.
On my work trip last week to take pictures of sheep, lambs, goats, alpacas, weaving, weird fiber testing lab equipment, and the industrial machinery and works in a wool-scouring plant, I developed a new ailment: red itchy patches under both eyes that seems, so far, to defy all treatment. Sigh. At first I thought it was a bug bite under one eye, but then it was both. Then I thought it might be a reaction to something, the scouring plant, the alpacas, but it's been almost a week and it hasn't gone away. Phooey.
Magellan is mournful because I won't let him out in the rain. Aristotle is in my lap making it difficult to type and watching the letters appear on the screen with great interest.
Matteo drew an arched, castle-type door on red construction paper, complete with door knob, cut it out, and gave it to me. When I asked him where it went, he said it was a secret door to a secret place.
Rain hissed and plinked all night and it's actually cold out. Ooh lala.
On my work trip last week to take pictures of sheep, lambs, goats, alpacas, weaving, weird fiber testing lab equipment, and the industrial machinery and works in a wool-scouring plant, I developed a new ailment: red itchy patches under both eyes that seems, so far, to defy all treatment. Sigh. At first I thought it was a bug bite under one eye, but then it was both. Then I thought it might be a reaction to something, the scouring plant, the alpacas, but it's been almost a week and it hasn't gone away. Phooey.
Magellan is mournful because I won't let him out in the rain. Aristotle is in my lap making it difficult to type and watching the letters appear on the screen with great interest.
Matteo drew an arched, castle-type door on red construction paper, complete with door knob, cut it out, and gave it to me. When I asked him where it went, he said it was a secret door to a secret place.
