Oh, dear, don't you worry. I've been content-free for a good 90 minutes now. My evil plan was to shock any readers into a stupor by quoting Cynthia Heimel's fantasy about Fidel Castro and Margaret Thatcher. It seems to have worked.

Oh, dagnabbit, I forgot the point of that comment: You're doing brilliantly, and I know you can keep it going.

My evil plan was to shock any readers into a stupor by quoting Cynthia Heimel's fantasy...

You know, that seems to be a common strategy in the wee hours of the morning, shifting to somewhat more, um, racy topics. (I have to be careful with my wording; my comment spam filter is quite narrowminded!)

Anyway, thanks for the kind words and encouragement. Onward and upward! (Even though it took me three tries to complete that phrase...)

My allergies were kicking up this morning, or else I would still be in my nice cold bedroom with two fans, a snoring husband and new doggie.

Rusty slept through so far with nary a whimper or movement that I detected. He did hear me get up, I patted his head ( he is lying on an old blanket on the floor beside my bed), and he curled right back up for more zzzz's. I think he is going to work out just fine.

I say that and it hasn't been a full day of him outside without us beside him...

You gotta think positive...he'll pick up on it, you know?

welcome to the home stretch my good man...I enjoyed the picture that came to mind re: the early morning tumble (or was it "night tripping") in the back yard! I can't say your coney w/ jalapenos sounds too good this early in the day though. too early in the day to get it started for me...back to that nice warm bed! oh...sorry!

I assume Rusty is not the husband ;>)

Lyle, you are a veddy, veddy bad man!