A few updates:

–I am now tan, even though it’s still cloudy.

–Despite being sick, I am eating like a fiend.

–Up to 50,000 people may have died in that tsunami, and here I am complaining about phlegm.

–A few days ago, Dee saw a green flash of light when the sun was setting. Apparently it’s really rare and most people think it’s a myth, but if you look directly at the horizon as the sun is setting, you can see it, and she claims she did. So she’s been trying to get us to see it ever since, but we can’t, so now we make fun of her as if she’s into aliens and UFOs. Well, Bill and I do. By that time, Meghan’s about two hours deep into her gym time.

–Somehow, amazingly, we have constant Internet connection in The Unit. This makes for some excellently creepy stalk sessions, during which I sit on our grond-level screened porch and peer out from above the giant Mactop and spy on everyone who walks by. They are jealous of my machine and of my ability to accurately judge people within three seconds. They would love to know what I think. But they won’t.

–Haha - Dee just walked by, waving. She’s excluded from the judging.

–My sister gave me a black sweatshirt with “Villanova” written in pink letters across the chest for Christmas. I never take it off. That must mean I like it. But ew…. pink letters.

–I’ve just decided that 3:15 p.m. is late enough to be considered Happy Hour.