Six days to go.  We picked up the last few items for the baskets we’re donating to the Chinese auction.  Two of the baskets are on my kitchen table.  My conference roommate has the others at her house.  I almost pity the person who wins the one basket.  They’ll need someone with a strong back and a weak mind to carry it to their car.  Um, Dave?  Did I just hear you volunteer?

     DH has his cart charged and claims he is ready to handle the dogs.  I bet that by the end of the first day, the dogs will be handling him.  BTs are like that.  Give them an inch they’ll take a mile.

     For a change of subject, there’s a very noisy wren building a nest in a little birdhouse in the yard next door.  It’s hard to believe that such a loud song can come from such a tiny bird.  A pair of cardinals are busy constructing a nest in the chocolate vines and ivy on my shed.  It’s a good thing they waited until the frogs left.  We had one attempt to climb up the vines one night.  After the frog fell from about three feet up DH dubbed him George of the jungle.