Onward and upward

Hello to anyone who actually read Brian's email!

So far, so good on the exercise front. I went to Curves in the morning, and then did 30 flights of stairs when I came home from work.

Rosemary's cat, Georgia O'Keefe, could not figure out what I was doing -- once she woke up from her snooze on the couch, that is. At first, every time I went up the stairs, she started to follow me to see what was so exciting up there, and every time I went down she thought I was about to play with her, so she scampered towards her favorite toy, Chomodley, the well-chewed string. (That's pronounced "chumley;" she's very particular about that.)

Finally she just sat under the coffee table and looked on in amazement. People, huh! So inscrutable.