Hi Y'all, Well, Damien is truly in love with Catherine. Of course I must admit to the oustide possibility that it is due to the fact she drinks Fosters. I think he remembers. He now runs up to her and licks her all over. I think it is a sham, but a nice one. He is such a clever little boy and he has such a "sad" face when he wants to. Fortunately Cath is drinking dark beer to keep her stash to herself. Lol. Not dark enough for me though, my Celtic genes demand Guinness. Heehee. It is hotter than hell here. The ferrets have moved to the end of the room with the air conditioner. Unfortunately for me, it is also the end of the room that my bed resides in. So I have visiters, err that is visitors of the four footed variety. Connor the cat sleeps next to my head. They bite his butt, he yells, jumps up (usually on my head) and runs off. Then the fert involved follows him, yes even over my head. I end up with bruises and scratch marks that I didn't have any fun getting. Lol. We are going to Antelope Island, which is on the great Salt Lake. I am thinking about taking the ferrets and seeing what they think of the salt and the brine shrimp. You know, sea monkeys. Lol. They actually have fishing boats for the damned things here. Oh they also have salt burgs. Yes, like ice burgs. Go figure. What a strange place. I hope everyone is staying comfortable. I fight with the damned Yankee I live with. She likes it 80. I like it 70. Or like a meat locker, according to her. Lol. And yes, we both have signed up for the next symposium and one of the speakers tables. It should be interesting. I want to meet all the folks who send me such nice email. Blessings, Margie and the Fantastic Four from Farmington -- I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did not become still more complicated. Poul Anderson [Posted in FML issue 4926]