Well, tonight we have to go indoors. This fellow was brought indoors (it wasn't his idea!) and brought a lot of his majesty and dignity with him. He watched me devour a plate of excellent chicken fajitas. S. had battered fish and a Greek salad, That blogging book says nobody care what you had for lunch, but of course, this was dinner. Short, but very intense rainstorm this afternoon. The sandy soil soaked it up; it was very much needed. S. came home from town with gallon plants (Russian Sage, rust daylily) from the "hurt plant" sale rack at Lowe's. I am relieved that the Obama campaign is at last putting up some ads, even though I am already tired of the election campaign that has hardly begun yet. Still no progress on the postcards, but I have gotten a lot of other things done while I avoid. The senior water exercise leader has next week off, so that excuse will be gone . . .