They're coming to get me

This isn't one of those "what I did today" blogs that are so danged popular on the internet. Except for today.

I was recently accused of only being comfortable when the outside temperature was one of two degrees. Well, today is officially the perfect weather day, ever. Sun, but a distinctly oceanic breeze that smells like back to school shopping. It's 68 degrees. I think the other perfect temperature is 69. Maybe 67. Not sure.

In other news, Quirkyworks might be working on a new banner for tiny dog. Stay tuned.

By the way, what is with the tiny dog reader who regularly informs me via IM that I am not getting enough comments on my posts, when he himself reads the blog quite often and yet, never posts? Any thoughts on what the heck his problem is?

Went for a walk in the suburbs. I meandered for many blocks, probably 45 minutes of walking, and did not see a living soul. I might even have welcomed a zombie unless it was one of those newfangled fast-moving zombies, which give me anxiety attacks.

Speaking of... every night I choose something to worry about when I automatically wake up at 2 a.m., thanks to a baby who now sleeps through the night but successfully trained me to wake up at 2 for the rest of my life to ponder all things fearful in the tomblike darkness. Last night it was the tripods in War of the Worlds. Let's put the whole matter of Tom Cruise and the remake aside for the moment here, must Tom Cruise jump all over every couch he touches? And focus on the very scary matter of these genocidal deathbots, and how closely they approximate a weird paranoia I have always had about distant, industrial type sounds, which I have imagined since early childhood to be emanating from tripod-like devices gradually moving closer, because they know exactly where I am.

I swore I heard them moving closer last night.