Tuesday, November 25, 2003

So – I have enjoyed my first full weekday of blissful unemployment, but that is not why I am writing. I will be breaking my rabbit-food fast for long enough to indulge in the least French Thanksgiving ever, with my family, in Cape Cod of all places.  There will be neither a goose nor a foie-gras-stuffed prune in sight.  But that is not why I’m writing, either.  No, I am writing because, as many of you so correctly guessed, we do indeed have a new family member at the Powell household. You’re going to love this: Weighing in at 102 pounds, a champion shedder, gentleman to felines, terror to squirrels, a little bit country, a little bit rock-n-roll, all lover – it’s Robert the Dog!  A German Shepherd – Rottweiller (?) – Mastiff (?) mix of heroic proportions.  He is the perfect dog, notwithstanding the fact that he seems to have made an entire chicken carcass evaporate from the trashcan.  We are all quite in love. Now.  I haven’t bathed in quite some time, and it’s almost time for me to head out, so that’s all I’ve got.  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I myself am not much of one for giving thanks.  But this year is different.  This year I’ll have all of you to think on.   9:23:23 AM    comment []