What an exhausting few days. I worked from 7am to 6:30pm on Wednesday, then back late that night from 1am to 7am. Sounds brutal, but I was really just glad I hadn�t had to be there from 7am to 11pm, which could have happened. I came home, slept until 3ish, then back to bed for midnight and woke up at 10ish. I didn�t get up until noon, though� just lay there enjoying the dark and the quiet. That is, until Oscar came racing into the room at a bazillion kilometres per hour and jumped on my chest. �OOF!�

He�s been rather naughty today. He needs his walkies, because when he doesn�t get enough exercise he acts up� but it�s raining and miserable out thanks to Hurricane Isabel, so he refuses to do more than the necessary. So he growls, bites my feet as I walk by, steals my socks� naughty doggie things.

More details on the past few days when I am less pressed for time� I have to go shower and get to work.