Just a few random observations in no particular order:

I love my nieces more than anything in the world.

I think I want to buy a small brick house with a nice tree in the front yard somewhere close to them.

Miss Carole Lombard and Miss Myrna Loy are getting some serious flippin’ competition from Norma Shearer as my favorite.classic.actress.ever.

Although I have access to the internets here, my email client is set up only to receive, not to send. If you’ve sent me email in the last six days, I’ve received it and will reply once I get home.

Fraiser is funnier than hell, but Niles is even funnier. Roz is hot and so is Daphne.

Dreaming about S! J! S! is always a good thing (young Sarah Jane or old Sarah Jane) and even better when there’s lots of hugging, even if it is only (ummm…somewhat) platonic. Throw in a background of a weird dystopian setting and being on the run from the government with S! J! S! and you’ve got a recipe for a dream I never wanted to end.

And what a strange and delightful dream it was. We were in Florida on a yacht and I’m pretty sure William Powell was there, as well as Lillian Gish.