Eh, you know, actually, I've decided to turn this into an ancillary blog -- one of those run-of-the-mill, "here's what I did with my day and here's what I think of it" type blogs. Why not? I always enjoy reading those too, and this will get me writing a bit more.

So today I went apple picking with the hubby and friends j. and n. And Watson the Dog. This was one of our first true experiments as dog owners: treating the dog as a necessary apendage as we went about our weekend. And it went pretty well -- one of us would run all around the apple orchards with Watson while the others picked apples with this weird milk carton-attached-to-a-broomstick tool (quite effective too, although I did unintentionally kill many apples on the way to picking a bushel). But when the cider house got going, Watson was done. The noise scared him senseless and he spent the rest of the visit slunking about in a state of shivery despair.

Also, he peed on a beet garden and a raspberry bush, but no one saw, so all was well.

Tonight is beer and baseball. I love beer and baseball.