The sidewinder sleeps-sleeps-sleeps in a coil

Went to one of the Phoenix libraries yesterday. Had a nice long post on the topic in my palm -- evidently it didn't get posted, for some bizarre reason. I guess writing posts in my notepad will be the better idea.

Got twenty books. Their limit is thirty. This isn't too bad. I never remember the Noel Wein library having a limit -- I guess it was either not there, or so high that my weekend book-sprees never ran afoul of it. (Twenty books is a relatively small number for me to be checking out -- it was usually more in high school days, even more in the summers.)

Ran into a coreligionist in the SF section. Recommended Bujold to her. She wandered off with a copy of Cordelia's Honor.

Cleaning house for potential celebration tomorrow. Mostly this involves Adam's stuff on the floor, the kitchen, the north altar, and my room. Likely vacuuming.

Nephew's playing Dracon on Marx's PS2. He was jumping up on tables in the tavern for a while.

What's-his-name Miranda's Ghost

The government argued yesterday in a legal filing that U.S. citizens who are declared enemy combatants have no right to an attorney and that federal courts have no right to interfere.

Full-time student, part-time watchdog

""To suggest that toxic sludge is good for fish because it prevents them from being caught by man is like suggesting that we club baby seals to death to prevent them from being eaten by sharks."

Whee, party!

Small bash scheduled for tomorrow here. Yay Solstice! It's been a long tradition in my family to hold a Solstice party. I'm making stew. Looks like othercat's bringing some soda. I've got chips. Yay Solstice!

Housecleaning, while not totally accomplished, is getting there. Adam's computers are no longer in the middle of the floor. The spare bed in my room is almost unearthable.