It's Getting Noisier Minute By Minute

People are shooting off fireworks though it's half an hour 'til dark. Can't see any of them yet. We'll go sit on our neighbors' deck in half an hour or so, where there's a better view.

Yesterday's horrendous hard drive failure knocked the Plotster back on his heels. The drive that couldn't fail -- I mean, the salesman said, it's solid state! Nothing spins! These never go bad!

Boom. Worked fine when Plot turned off the computer Tuesday night and Wednedsay morning crashed forever. You can't recover data easily from hard state drives -- but don't worry! They never go bad!

That's a lot of work down the drain, but guess what: people are shooting off cherry bombs anyway. 

Dan and Fam made it safely down to Watsonville and they're hanging with some of their best friends for the weekend, all of whom have little kids.

BZ is getting ready for her defense Monday.

Mummy P. is feeling fine.

Isabella has burrowed so deeply into our hearts that she can go get moody and we just laugh.

Desmond is starting to chuckle, though most of the time he just sits on his diaper like Buddha.

So, as Plot is looking at it tonight, he and Duck have got it made. He's got a lot of work to make up, but he did it once. The second time should be easier.

They get to see BZ Saturday and PD, 5H, B-Bone and Des-bone again next Tuesday.

So let it rip! That last one shook the house.