We had another nice walk in Candler Park yesterday. No more golf balls, but there was a "herd" of robins, a chipmunk, and baby raccoon tracks in the mud. There was also an hilarious bit with a mockingbird trying to immitate a crow. After Mythbusters, I spent about an hour on Nebari.net, working on the "extras" for Prophecy. This would be coming along faster, but most of the files I need weren't on my iBook, though I'd thought they were, and I had to have Leh'agvoi e-mail them to me. I got most everything uploaded last night. Now I just have to layout the pages and upload those. All in all, yesterday was marked by the sort of productivity I need six days a week, three hundred and thirteen days a frelling year.
It's cloudy today, but still warm.
After Poppy's "I am not a liberal!" pronouncement yesterday, I almost feel the need to proclaim that I am a liberal, dyed in the wool, card-carrying, and so on and so forth, the sort your morning talk-radio host warned you about. Then again, it should be fairly obvious from the things I write and the things I say in this journal. No need to recount the particulars. I don't tend to think of it as "liberalism," though. I tend to think of it as common sense. There is, of course, nothing common about it. If there were, we'd not have a turnip for a President.
Gotta run. Maybe I can still squeeze in some writing today.