Dreading 'chatting'(i.e. listening-) to my mother later; maybe my excuse to open one of my last bottles o'vino . My back is worse than ever, and R said she's help me try and get Wotan to the vet tomorrow. God, how I don't need any of this... Enjoying reading a recent Stephen King doorstop: DREAMCATCHER. You gotta hand it to the guy. His stuff is often formulaic, but you get into it; he writes well. The 'voice' may be kinda low-middlebrow, but one doesn't feel insulted, as I can, by a lot of other 'popular' writers. Somehow, I respect King more; can't really put my finger on why.