Whew! I'm back from a wonderful vacation, back home in Cape Breton. Every day was busy and happy and filled with relatives. I watched and laughed at Ron James (via dvds) with Dad, listened to the nephews play the piano, and went to Celtic Colours shows (insert lots of hopping toes here). And each morning was lovely - as all of us in the house gradually would meet up at H and L's breakfast table, we drank pots of coffee, munched toast and jam (and Miss Auntie and I would share a pear), read the papers, and, especially, chatted and laughed together. I loved it!

I was in the airport in Toronto on the way home, and picked up part of a National Post. I came across this comic, "Pooch Cafe". This is for you, John! So, what was your animal population when you got home, and how many raccoons were there, pretending to be cats?!