I'm not normally afraid of spiders...

...but when I was cleaning off the deck this morning, I found a whopper. It isn't actually that big (fifty cent piece maybe), but it has a scary shape.

That's what I did today, cleaned off the deck, called hematacrit people and got mad, checked blogs, laughed at schmeebot and j-bob, went to the hardware store and dinner with Poppy, chatted with Mr. Urbane, tried to recover from my Joshua Braff inspired case of literary insomnia, and almost forgot to do my blog.

Goodnight.