"Linda, I could spit on you." Maddy said with a giggle.

"You could spit on me and die. Say goodbye to your parents because you won't be here when they get back." Linda.

Here in paradise it is raining. It has been raining all day, actually, it has been raining a lot over the last several weeks or maybe months. I don't know, it mostly doesn't bother me, nor have much impact upon my life.

'God, it's going to flood at Doubletree' says horsewoman molly. She says that a storm is supposed to move in tonight. Hell, if the storm is supposed to move in tonight, then things look grim for us now!

We had a great New Year's Eve! Staring into the eyes of my honey "Why would anyone want to be out on a night like this?"

Molly spent the night with a friend, and we had the little kids down early. Amazing.

I've started on some New Year's resolutions. I hardly want to write about them, in public and all, because they are sort of, well, mine. I like writing stories about heroic deeds in which I save the day.

Two nights ago I drove Molly and Valerie to the movie theatre to see Harry Potter (again). They, especially Valerie, have a certain crush thing going on Sean Bigerstaff, the actor who plays Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. It was raining. On the return I stopped and rented La Jetee. A film of stills. Tom said that there is one scene of movement, but I didn't see it.

Whatever.

This morning I staggered down, not enough sleep after staying up until 3:00 AM reading Endurance, about Shakelton's voyage. Heather left at 8:00 to pick up Linda at the airport. I dozed on the couch, played with the kids, dozed on the couch. And so on.

Molly is spending her evenings sleeping upstairs while linda is here.