Relocated

I've moved to Forest Glen until Rob and Mike return from their camping trip. They expect to return no later than September 19th. I arrived Tuesday evening so there would be some overlap in care-taking for the animals before Rob and Mike left this morning. I think it helps to reassure the animals that they're going to be okay.

The guys left behind a fridge with tasty leftovers, including some awesome marinated and grilled beef that we had for dinner Tuesday and a pretty good meat loaf that I had to miss last night because of my square dance class. However, the meat loaf did make it into my lunch today and I snacked on a piece of it late last night. I think I like it better cold.

Not much else to write about. I visited my doctor's office Tuesday morning to have blood drawn. I'll get my results Monday morning, and I hope that my recent illness didn't have too much impact on my numbers. I'm hoping for more improvement, but I doubt I'll see as much as I did on my last visit.

I'm planning on meeting up with Doug M. at happy hour this week and perhaps watching Battlestar Galactica with the sci-fi folks afterward. If not, then I hope to get home in time to catch it here.

I understand the gay rodeo is in town this weekend. I'm thinking about checking that out.

A joke I'd like to see

So this talent agent bursts into the office of theatre manager and says, "have I got an act for you! It's a family act — a guy, his wife and their two daughters. The guy is the son of a former President of the United States...

And here begins a litany of all the fuck-ups and weirdness of George W. Bush, his family, and his administration. This recitation goes on forever, charge after charge.

As the agent finally winds down, the manager is aghast. "Oh my god," he manages to choke out, "who are these people?"

With a flourish, the agent exclaims, "the Aristocrats!"