No more frosting frying the brain. Last hunk of birthday cake was wrapped in tin foil and hand delivered to stepson. I hope he doesn't know what twang is.

So what made me then go buy a box of Haagen-Dazs ice cream bars and eat two of the three in one sitting? I don't know either. And that was the main course. Appetizer was 4 Mozzarella Cheese Stix and dessert was Crispy Kettle Potato Chips.

Robby is subdued today. Maybe he is just busy growing. Or maybe he misses Mike, senses something is amiss or someone is missing, something like that. I've learned to sit at the computer and prop his (Robby's) fishing pole between my legs so he can play with the furry muskrat on the end of the line while I tap-tap-a-tap. Roberto Clemente wraps the line around the chair rungs so the muskrat is left dangling. It's lots of fun. Then I fling the line and see where muskrat lands. Robby loves it. I think I get carried away and let him play too long and then he's becomes overly exhausted, a trait perhaps he picked up from his mama. I shall ask at his vet appointment tomorrow, if a kitten can over play. Round three of shots. I dread it.

Life is getting back to normal. I don't know if that's a good thing or a happy thing, but it is a thing of necessity as too much partying (KEM'S very mild idea of partying, eating smoked fish and walking on the beach with friends, followed up with a chocolate malt) about puts me under. Sad, I'd say.

Okay, that's all she's good for tonight.

Yours,
KEM