Welcome to the early Saturday edition of The Chronicles of Pendragon Hold, that acre of sand somewhere in the bible belt where men are attempting to wrap their empty heads around the concept of having their Commander-in-Chief barefoot and pregnant, if not in the kitchen.

Today is fairly busy as Saturdays go. The wife is soldiering on through some serious pain brought on by what might be a pinched nerve or bulging disk or both. She won't know for sure till Monday when she sees her Neuro-Shaman. I'm putting the finishing touches on cleaning the laminate floor, getting all the dishes washed, the clothes washed and dried, and whatever we need to do to get ready for our guests tonight. You see, we do all this because humans for some strange reason can't allow other humans to see what slobs they REALLY are when guests aren't around to see it. Well, actually, we keep the place pretty clean and halfway tidy, but THE Wife gets medieval on the dirt when company's coming.

I love the party shuffle jukebox feature on my iTunes. I hear stuff I forgot I had, it's been so long since it got played. The last songs played have been:

Peace Now - Gaia Consort
Paradise By The Dashboard Light - Meatloaf
Shambala - Three Dog Night
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida - Iron Butterfly
Just a Girl - No Doubt
One Week - Barenaked Ladies
Closing Time - Semisonic
(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
It's the End of The World As We Know It - REM

and so on and so forth........

Cool, huh?

We'll be having a few of THE Wife's co-workers over tonight simply to sit out in the shade garden by a nice fire. The weather has been relatively nice, and this is the time of year you can go outside and not lose five pounds of water sweating.

Right now I am waiting for the mop-and-glow to dry so I can get the furniture back to it's proper places. I'll post again tonight if something sufficiently Earth-shattering occurs. Not that I expect the killer asteroid to arrive......