we listen to mogwai, at the love continues. these cats are so good. i took the recycling and the compost down. i went up to the laundry room for the sky cam on the obamachron. drilling a lot of deep holes in the frozen ground, but no pit for the conning tower. his ways are a mystery. i guess we'll just let the mystery be. stiff in my backside, but feelin' mildly cantankerous. ain't no stopping that audacious rapscallion renegade ghost train drilling tunnels through the earth. we goin' down.