If Mondays are dark green, Sunday afternoons are golden.

So I finished the Inheritance of Loss finally and such is the power of her writing, that I only felt bad for the dog Mutt. Dogs are good people. That's not only because they have flattish tops of heads or because their bums shake enthusiastically when they wag their tails, but of course it helps.
In other news - the cousins have taken over the house. One who is 3 years younger than I am, and earns thrice as much *dejection*. But she got me a Velvet Underground CD.
Meanwhile, my head bobs to the Warhols and Sandi Thom's song that plays on a sometime whim on VH1. Isn't Sonic Youth super-awesome?