Random thoughts for today

Today, Atlas Shrugged is #27 on the Amazon best-seller list.

One commenter from the leftosphere snarked that most of the folks muttering darkly about "going John Galt" aren't going to be John Galt because they're not creative geniuses -- they're going to be Eddie Willers, the good-souled but not especially creative guy left weeping by the train tracks toward the end of the novel. Well, yeah, we know that. But we'd prefer that the John Galts stick around, thankyouverymuch.

( in other, non-political news )

Bad Ferko

Bad Ferko peed on the papers in front of her litter box. Which does not need to be cleaned.

The box isn't too high for her -- she hops up twice as far to climb to Fort Kitty.

Bad Ferko. She better knock it off. This is twice in one day that I've had to clean up after her. Her sister did this during the last three to six months of her life, too.

Mountain hideaway, just a hair too expensive

So I went shopping on realtor.com this evening and found this great listing.

Three bedrooms, three acres, 200-plus years old, barn, small woodlot. Check, check, check. Paging through the photos, I wondered if the living room would accommodate my grand piano.

( and then I found this: )

Sigh. It's a little too pricey. Otherwise, it would be perfect.