Another morning. They're starting to pile up, these mornings. It looks like while Button's (the dog) stomach is better, Ziggy may have caught what she had. He left me a nice surprise this morning. He ate, though, which is a good sign. So continues the never-ending saga of the dogs.

Still cloudy and cool out there. I hear the east coast is in summer already. If they can send over some of the warm air, we'd appreciate it. The cold wind storms are getting a bit old.

As to writing (the topic of today's Horrible), I don't have much to say. Except for a failed attempt at the first episode of a anime screenplay, I haven't written much more than these little excerpts. The words, they scare me still. Not sure how to get over my many fears.

One last thing. The full quotation (which I misquoted) is "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines" by Ralph Waldo Emerson. I've known it incorrectly as "consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds" for so long that I didn't even know it was wrong until someone quoted it to me. I like Emerson's version better. Consistency is actually good. It's the foolish consistencies that will get you in trouble.