I honestly do understand the irony of taking my morning walk and picking up two sausage biscuits at MacDonald's on the way home. One would have been plenty.

Mom finally seems to be getting back to whatever is normal for a dying 81 year old and now we have to worry about a hurricane. God is such a prankster.

The sun is out but I'm ok with it now that it's cool. I'd like it to go away but if it stays cool, it can stay.

The Mariners won last night but here's the thing. All of the other contenders did too. I hate to do it but if I have to, I'm going to start rooting for anyone playing Oakland, Boston or New York. I will.

It's voting day here in this house. I have my ballot and I have my collection of newspaper stuff and voting pamphlet and I need to sit down and do it today. It's a local election. And I am not all that interested but I will do it.

They kept saying that John Ritter was 54 - same age as me. But last night they said he was born in 1948 - I was born in 1949. Turns out he would have been 55 next week. So really, he was a lot older than me. Whew.

I had to write a check the other day - the old fashioned way. It took me a way long time to find one. Out of curiousity, I checked my statements and the last time I physically wrote a check was in April of 2002.

The kitchen needs to get cleaned up. I'd better get in there before someone else does.