My room will be cooler now; I have a ceiling fan. I grant you, it doesn’t seem like it should be necessary since we have central air conditioning, but, well, it is, and I’m happy about it. It’s by Hunter, and oh my, it’s so quiet!

I didn’t have a chance to do any knitting tonight. My mother’s computer contracted a virus yesterday. I’m proud of myself for getting it back to health. I can use computers, you see, but don’t know anything about operating systems, but I’m the closest thing our family’s got to a computer expert. (I know, scary, isn’t it?) Ultimately, I ended up starting it in Safe Mode and restoring it to the settings of an earlier date. And then immediately downloaded the free McAfee Virus Protection provided by AOL so hopefully this won’t happen again.

So, anyway, by the time I had restored Mom’s computer to health, it was too late to start knitting for the night–especially since I was this close to finishing my book and so decided that took precedence. You know, just this once.

I shipped off three packages today. One, to Jessica, of the Gotland wool that I sadly mostly ruined. Maybe there’s a chance that she can salvage some of it and get some nice wool out of it for herself. (Hey, she might have been joking when she said I could ship it to her, but why wouldn’t I take advantage of her offer? So . . . keep your eyes out, Jessica!) And then, I sent out my Jul/Aug package out to my KRSecretPal and my final SecretPal5 package, where I get to reveal myself. It’s really very exciting. I hope she’s been happy with her gifts. And do you know, it only just occurred to me, that this means I’ll soon be finding out who my SP5 is? You’d think I would have pieced that together before now. (grin)

Does anyone think I’m crazy for thinking about signing up for SP6? I’ve been having so much fun . . .

Not a particularly exciting post, I’ll admit. I’ll leave you with this . . . I just got prints of months’ worth of pictures, and when I was showing them to my Dad–a man who swears he has no imagination whatsoever–he looked at this picture of Chappy, waiting for his birthday cake in July, and saw . . . a monkey. What, you don’t see it? Well, I don’t think my dog looks particularly simian, either, but . . .

  If you look at it just right, the nostrils could look like eyes, and the lips a little mouth surrounded by white monkey whiskers. . .

  And Dad says he has no imagination? Hmm . . . I still say that Chappy doesn’t look like a monkey, though!

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