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Cuddy and I went to bed at 9 o'clock last night......wasn't my idea.  Figure this is his vacation and am going to see that he's happy.  Yup, now am taking orders from an adorable eighteen-pound fuzz bucket!

Another pretty day out.  Am going to crochet again, in the hopes of making a bit more headway.  Timed myself, and one row takes me about a half-hour to stitch.  Am not one who believes in speed, but rather accuracy.  Nothing worse than coming upon a mistake in the prior row and then having to rip.  Am also not one to leave a mistake and not rip it.  If I know there's a mistake, it will forever glare at me like a red blinking siren.  Even though no one else on earth would know it's there.  That's perhaps a lingering cell from my earlier days of Type-A behavior.

It's quite a world we live in.  Say this every day.  Even though we each occupy a silly small space on earth, we are still a part of the global whole.  There's a lot of hype about global warming on one hand, but have you noticed the chill in our social relationships?  Friendships and families are under nuclear attack, some totally disintegrating.  The way it appears to me personally, our world is growing colder.

Have started reading the 1,122 page The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.  As stated in the opening page, it is the only complete, definitive edition of these famous stories.  Originally published in nine separate books, contaning thirteen hundred pages of the best detective fiction in English literature, they are the authoritative text of every Sherlock Holmes story ever written. 

There's a paragraph on page 21, that I want to preserve for my future reference, so will include it here.  Sherlock Holmes states:  "I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.  A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it.  Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic.  He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order.  It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent.  Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowedge, you forget something that you knew before.  It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones."

We can each take from those words what we may.