It’s late, and Goblin’s downstairs sleeping. I hope she’s asleep and not dead. Whenever I’m not looking at her—or whenever I am looking at her and her eyes are closed—I’m convinced that she is dead. Yes, I’m neurotic. If you wanted sane, what the hell are you doing here?

I’ve been overwhelmed with both the need to clean something and an all-consuming lethargy that makes me want to sleep for a month. I can feel these two impulses duking it out in my weary body. Today, I compromised and spruced up the links from my web log. (Yeah, those links there in the right column.) I went through all of the blog links and made sure they were still active, and if they were active, I made sure they were still linked to mine. If the answer to either of those questions was “no,” the link got the axe. That felt good. I did send pointed emails to a couple of people who should be linked to me but due to a tragic error in judgment are not, and I kept a couple of links to kind souls who have recently posted nice comments here but do not link to me. But if your web log is linked to mine and mine is not linked to yours due to a tragic oversight, please let me know. And if you would like to exchange links with me, also let me know. I am essentially a link whore.

In addition to the blog links, I also added and organized the links in all of the other sections. Check ’em out.

But back to me and Goblin . . . we’re both okay for the moment. I have a jungle of work to plow through this week and a tradeshow to attend this weekend. How I’m going to do all of this while monitoring my little recuperating Boston terrier is beyond me at the moment, but I’m quite sure I won’t be looking away from her for very long.