The ligustrums are making Rebecca wheeze again.

I was suffering a terrible NCIS drought for the last three days. USA didn't show any episodes all weekend, and I missed the ones that came on yesterday because I was stuck at work. There was one tonight that started at seven, and since I didn't get off until seven, I ran across the parking lot and drove home as quickly and dangerously as possible (which, for me, is not at all quick or dangerous, certainly not compared to my mom or NCIS's Ziva) to miss as little as possible.

Speaking of droughts, it rained yesterday for the first time in so long that I was tempted to run outside and dance in it! (And I probably would have, but I was at work.) Unfortunately it was brief, and when I drove home, I saw that it the rain hadn't touched my end of town at all. This after it was cloudy all day on Sunday, but all we got were a few worthless little drops, the kind the people in the Dust Bowl got when they prayed for rain.

I've been thinking lately about Sable's weird habit of rolling around on his blankets. I don't know if he does it when no one's around, but when I am around, he usually does it just after I've come home from work, fed him, or walked him. I used to think he was wrestling with the blankets, but now I think it might be his form of celebration, like that happy dance Snoopy does. When he does it outside on the grass, I suspect it's way of worshipping his one true god, the sun.