This week I started a fall cleaning project, and of course it bogged down before it's well started. But I did sort of run out of steam Monday and didn't feel like going to the poetry reading. And I hope to have the house in better shape by Christmas. Everything takes so much longer to do than planned--I've said that before, but it continues to amaze me.

One night I dreamed, seemed like all night, of hunting my wallet. During the search I found a kitten that I wanted, and then I lost the kitten. I finally found the kitten, but the purse was still missing.

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The new "Castle" season promises to be rather weak. I remember getting good and fed-up with JAG, because the romance never got anywhere. But by this fifth or sixth or seventh series, "Castle" seems to have degenerated into two old quasi-married people trying to have adventures. Maybe they'll get back to the dead bodies. Or maybe Castle will figure out space- or time-travel.

I think that's probably the best thing about "Firefly." It's just a single gem of a series, standing alone. And you can imagine the future to suit yourself, like Malcolm and Zoe getting together instead of him fooling around with that companion.

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Saw a cloud that looked like a two-hump camel, but it broke up before I could get a photo.

Dromedary

Oh, the one-hump camel is Arabian,
and the two-hump camel is a Bactrian;
and I would bet my tooth enamel,
there isn't any three-hump camel.

By JRC, 2002