Greetings from my couch

On Sunday, like many other days in recent memory, a black fly bit me. This time, it was on my ankle.

No big deal.

Except that black flies are evil and now I have an extra half inch of girth around my ankle and it hurts to walk. In a way, though, it's not so bad. Joel's at a baseball game and I'm at home with my Townshend Table Red and House Hunters International.

Something we've noticed in the many episodes we've watched of this show is how, if it is a male/female couple who's house-hunting, the woman almost always comments on the double sinks, or lack thereof, in the master bathroom. I understand the allure of not having to deal with a man's sink space, but the frequency of these comments is a little annoying, especially considering the fact that the women are the ones making them. Where are the men who are ecstatic about the fact that they don't have to deal with spilled powder in the sink and long, stringy hair going down the drain? I know they're out there.

Well, my bag of ice has melted and my wine glass could use a little top-off. My next post will feature more summery things and less kankle. That's a promise.