A yawner of a Sunday. Good I suppose but not even a Patriot's game on the tely. Jeff's baking bread and the house is filled with the smells of it and it's a damn delicious smell to be sure. I was going to make hot and sour soup but my motivation has flown the coop. Was going to go for a walk but it began to rain. Was going to clean the house a bit but decided to watch Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels for the hundredth time and drink beer. Ah well. Day of rest and all that. I can just feel the vestigial cavewoman inside wanting to batten down the hatches and prepare for a long winter of hibernation. If only! I'd love nothing more than to sleep from November until April. Awaken refreshed, renewed, skinny and hungry!

Jeff just interrupted me with some astonishing news. Apparently the cat now has her own blog. For those who are interested, check it out here. I do hope it gives here a more creative outlet than say, eating bugs and barfing them up later as is her wont.

Jeff has just presented me with a lovely chunk of the bread he made. Not just any plain ol' bread folks. It's braided and gorgeous and has provlone cheese and prosciutto inside. God love him!

For a good laugh check out this link. Very funny stuff.

Fire the missiles!!!