archaeology
Bringing in the mail this afternoon I dropped a letter in the bushes next to the stairs, and when I went to retrieve it I noticed a paper down there too. Turns out it was from February 13th, a day which saw, according to the front page story, the first big blizzard of the year. It was also the day that the news came out that Vice President Cheney had shot his friend in the face. I was excited to read through all the news of that long forgotten day, but it turns out I already did; strangely, every story I looked at I could specifically remember having read before. All the comics, too. I guess that after our news-girl missed the porch with the first throw she gave us another copy. If you had asked me I would have told you that February 13th was a considerable time ago, but my specific memories of that particular issue of the paper made it seem like just yesterday. Coincidentally, I happened to notice that it was just yesterday in the world of the 'Spiderman' comic; a slower-moving comic strip I have never seen.
Also, the dogs got sprayed by a skunk this morning. But it was only a baby one, so it wasn't that terrible; not bad enough, in any case, to keep Rascal to keep trying to get close to the creature again and again. Poor thing...