It actually feels like winter today. Kind of looks the part, too. Windy, powdering of snow this morning, below freezing temperatures. The thing that makes it human somehow is the bright, warm sun that has shined all day. Thank you sun. I know I usually curse you and your burney rays, but in the icy grips of winter your golden glow is welcome. I like the sun in the winter. Could do without it in the summer, but then, I suppose it wouldn’t be summer without it.
Trite chatter from Baltimore today, eh? Good, keep it trite. Drama is for the birds. Barack Obama is supposed to come to Charm City Saturday, speaking from the courthouse downtown. This town could use a visit from the president-elect. Maybe I’ll phone Michelle to see if her and the girls and Barack wanna come over afterward for some tea and scones. I have a good recipe — non-dairy and delicious! I know my girls and their girls would get along famously. Put it on the list, above call Aardmore Vetrenarium to get shots for the cats. The cats can wait. Presidential tea parties cannot.
Battlestar Galactica‘s new season starts up again FINALLY tomorrow night. I have suffered through the entire two seasons of Rome over the past weeks and am ready for some quality programming. Serial dramas in space. Bring it. Is Starbuck a cylon? If not her, then who? Oh it’s gonna kill me.
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 
You have the Sci Fi Channel? I didn’t know… we finally watched Razor last night. It was good good good. And we have discs two and three waiting because Netflix messed up. (: