Is it still 2006? Some days, it feels like the odometer has turned over and it’s 2006 again. I wish I could remember whether the Democrats win big in the upcoming elections, because I need to decide if I want to start packing or go down with the ship.

My wise thought for the day is this: it’s a good thing the dogs like to be petted. Is that the right construction, “to be petted”? It’s funny, because I don’t necessarily like my ears to be rubbed, but Goblin could sit for hours in that situation, and more power to her. If dogs didn’t like to be petted, it would be very hard for us to reach any common ground. It’s not like she would enjoy being read a bedtime story or sitting on my lap to watch Keith Olbermann.

OK, whatever, I have so much to do today.