Well, it was a slow day here in Lake Wobeg … Ooops, I had delusions of stature there. But it was a quiet day in my hometown. Nice and warm.

I spent most of the morning reading blogs and messing with the newly resurfaced blog-city stuff. I don’t know about that; to go to all that trouble to upgrade, but the bells and whistles are no more intuitive than they were, and there’s still no spell check.

My brother and his family arrived this evening from northern california. It’s great to see them and have them here for a few days’ visit.

That’s it. There were some sirens nearby a little while ago, but they went past; I don’t think they stopped on my block. No dogs escaped today. I don’t really care about Martha Stewart. … it’s life in the slow lane here, as it should be.