Oh sniff, sniff, I'm sick!

Today feels like my last day on earth. Well, not really, it's just a cold. I haven't gotten a cold for a couple or three years, it's just not my thing. But today, well, it's a bad cold.

I tried again to draw no drama Obama and improved, but I'm not there yet. I have four years to learn -- maybe eight, I hope -- so I'll get better. As long as the paparazzi keep taking photos for me to reference by, I'll learn.

This week has been early summer here in Wine Country. I still don't have my first container built for my Square Foot Garden but went to Sears yesterday for a higher powered drill. The saleswoman, who seemed to know a lot about drills and power tools, said I had 90 days to try it out and decide if it was adequate to the job. That's my project for the weekend, to build one box.

In the meantime, I'm taking my box of Kleenex back to bed with me for a short lie-down before we go out this afternoon.