This morning she was nowhere to be found. Nowhere. Tonight I finally hunted her down-- she was cowering behind the washer. She's since made her way all the way out and into the bathroom sink, where she hisses up a storm whenever I come near her.
As I was crossing the San Mateo bridge on my way to Palo Alto this morning, I passed about a dozen Harleys riding in formation. One of the riders was holding his right hand high above his head. In his hand, a digital camera, pointed at the riders in front of him. Yes, he was the one in "control" of the bike.
At the dentist today. I thought she was just going to install a crown on a lower tooth, but then she acted like she was going to numb the upper. "I assume you know your job, but the crown is on the bottom, yes?"
Well, it turns out she also had three fillings up her sleeve, and had either not told me or (more likely) I'd forgotten. And she had forgotten that I don't let her put novocain (or whatever *cain they use these days) in my mouth for simple fillings. It all settled itself out nicely, though owing to my misunderestimation of the dental procedures, I wound up being quite late for my lunch with the lovely allannah.
This evening I picked up an Epson Stylus Photo R1800 photo printer. This thing is amazing! It does absolutely stunning prints at resolutions up to 13x19. Actually, it will do 13x44 panoramic prints. I've been putting it through its paces, and it produced some terrific 8x10s. I'm running out of superlatives here.