Robert and Alison are heading off to Indianapolis to see Colin; Mother’s reading the newspapers on the porch here with me; Summer’s wooing the cat; Sydney’s still in “cat shock” ; and Mother just told Robert and Alison that while they are gone she’s getting a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken for herself, Cameron and Summer. Those dudes love it. Der Bingle doesn’t care for chicken and neither do I . . . add that to my list of pumpkin pie and watermelon. Robert and Alison will probably “rough it” at some restaurant.

Last night we all watched the Michigan – Iowa game: Mother and I on the porch and Summer, Cameron and Der Bingle in the living room. I fell asleep early, early in the game, quite a while before Mother did. She and Der Bingle had a laugh about that. I came to with about 13 minutes into the fourth quarter and was certain Iowa was way behind . . . but it was 23-21 in Iowa’s favor so I had to sweat it out with everyone else. I was afraid Iowa would lose and they would say I jinxed them by waking up.

I am streaming my consciousness here – it keeps my fingers busy.