A number of random things. Five, in fact.

We saw a pre-release screening of the new Harry Potter movie the other night, because Emily’s mom has Connections. I won’t spoil it, except to say that this one’s worth seeing: it’s a real movie, not another Chris-Columbus-is-a-fucking-hack scene-by-scene flashcard version of the book. Also, Luna Lovegood and Dolores Umbridge are perfectly cast. Also, Dumbledore is a badass. In case you didn’t already know that.
About six months ago I installed a spam filter on my mail server, at the lowest possible security setting, just to weed out the most obvious junk so I wouldn’t have to download it. Watched it pretty closely for a while, it was working fine, so I gradually stopped paying attention to it. Turns out, though, that it was gradually becoming more and more confident in itself, marking more and more things as spam — which I only discovered last week, when it became so confident that it started marking everything as spam. So I turned off the spam filter. Which, of course, caused it to helpfully delete all the messages it had marked as spam. So I have no idea who sent me what.

So if you’ve sent me any mail since, say, this spring, which I haven’t answered, it’s not because I’m ignoring you. It’s because I’m an idiot. (I’m really not looking forward to emailing all my work clients and explaining this. Arrrgh.)

Our dog’s current regimen: allergy injections every other day. Hot pack and medicine for a cyst on his eye three times a day. Antibiotics, bandage and plastic wrap on one leg, where he chewed his foot raw last night. Cone on his head, to keep him from chewing off the bandage. At least the shaved patch on his hip where he chewed himself raw last time is finally starting to grow back, and the broken toenail from when he tried to climb out of my mother-in-law’s swimming pool the hard way is mostly healed.

Also, he really needs a bath.

Given the current weather, just want to remind all locals and near-locals that we have a swimming pool you’re welcome to use anytime you like. Just call first so we have time to hide any sex toys, drug paraphernalia, or Celine Dion albums that may be lying around.
I haven’t said how nice it was to see everyone over the last little while, houseguests and wedding parties and all. It was. Very. Our friends should get married more often.