I'm not sure why Lire looks so put upon. I think I remember a brief time when he didn't like to have his picture taken. I'll write more soon, once the hullaballoo that has been election season is done. Al and I have been addicted to all news -- the funny, the informative and the plain bad. I can't wait until it's over and I can go to bed at a reasonable time. This combined with the death of our car, the Brown Bomber, have contributed to a rather tiring autumn. I really miss our 1989 chocolate brown Toyota Camry. If I had known I'd never see it again, I think I would have hugged it, or something. I don't think I even have a picture of it. Poor hunk of metal.
Coming up: Lire's 4th birthday, Halloween and stolen Obama/Biden signs.