I didn't do much last night. Watched some TV, ate a sandwich, took Cassidy for a walk.
I saw a bumper sticker this morning that made me chuckle.
"Lord, give me the strength to be the person that my dog believes that I am."
I know the feeling. No one is more excited to see you when you've been gone than your dog. No one looks more disappointed when you leave, either.
Cormac McCarthy, author of The Road, the book I recently blogged about, recently came out of seclusion to appear on The Oprah Winfrey show. McCarthy is a Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist who pretty much rivals J.D. Salinger in terms of his reputation for consistently avoiding the press, yet Oprah's book club brings him out of hiding? Is there anyone that woman can't charm? (well, I'm sure that the bag of money from the book club helps)
The G-8 summit is going on, and I guess that there are some disagreements over climate control and global security (see, this is why I don't understand conspiracy theorists who endlessly speculate about how powerful men are secretly manipulating the course of human history in smoke-filled, hidden back rooms: between The World Bank, the G-8, the U.N. Security Council, the World Trade Organization, and a few other highly visible global government groups, it doesn't seem like the world's most powerful people really feel a lot of need to hide the fact that they're collectively laying out plans for the course of human history. They're carrying out their plans fairly publicly, apparently only mildly amused by the countless protestors gathered outside their door.) Anyhow, I hope that the Germans and some of the other G-8 members can talk some sense into Bush in terms of regulating greenhouse gas emissions and other environmental controls (but then again, why would he start listening to them now) . Oh well, at least this trip is keeping Bush out of Texas for awhile.
That's it for now, I guess.
Hope you guys are having a good one.