Greta has her first cold. A baby with a stuffy nose is the saddest thing in the world. There's not a thing she or I can do, but suffer through the congestion. Yesterday was a little grumpy, but she's still a the happiest baby I've ever been around, even on her bad days.

I just got back from voting. Crossing my fingers that today the citizens of the Unites States will attempt to make up for the disgrace of re-electing Bush and vote some democrats into the House and Senate to temper the damage he can do before his time is up. A democracy is an extention of it's citizens and after Bush was re-elected I worried that the majority of the U.S. was too stupid, scared, brain-washed, lazy, whatever, to be awarded the priviledge of having a vote. One thing the Bush administration has taught us is that our government has the ability to do great harm (to the environment, humanity, world peace, the national budget, take your pick.) Perhaps we will see some sense come through at last. If not, I may have to move out of the country. Too bad Canada is so cold!

My mom, dad, grandma, and two of my younger (no longer little) brothers are coming for a visit in two days. Instead of writing here I should be cleaning my house. It's only fair to the poor structure to dust it off every other month. (Wish I was kidding.) I manage to stay on top of Swiftering the floors, because if I didn't the dog hair would literally bury us in less than two weeks. I keep the dishes moving in a nice, orderly fashion from the dishwasher to the cubboard and back. And I can plow through four or five loads of laundry a week. But, heaven help the bathrooms in this house. I feel like I need to shower after I get out of the shower. So, I'm going to fold up the laptop, ignore the Book section from Sunday's paper for one more day and start to scrub!