Mister Bones and my parents have been invited to my mother's friend's lake house for the weekend. So it is strangely quiet without the flipping and flopping of flip flops, the uniquely irritating roar of landscaping equipment, and the dulcet tones of Mister Bones' barking echoing across the fields.

I am finally feeling better from being sick. I should probably make a note somewhere that I am reliably poisoned by cookies made from pre-made dough. They didn't even taste good either. Really, this is my own fault - it takes like, what, fifteen minutes to whip up a batch of real cookie dough? I am ridiculous.

Anyway, I hadn't realized how long it's been since I've been able to do certain things in my own house. Things like, say, making and eating lunch unencumbered by moaning, staring, dramatic sighing, and general being-in-the-way. Also: sleeping without a hundred plus pounds of Amazing Dog-Barnacle (!) fused to the entire left side of my body.

It's disturbing, in addition to being disquietingly quiet. I'm getting bored as well. I look forward to getting back to work Monday. Tomorrow I might even start working on some more grad school applications.

Oh, so Castle, that new thing with Nathan Fillion, is not terrible. But this is intriguing - all of his characters seem to be, to some degree or another, distinct asses. Is this on purpose? It is possible to find male characters on television who are not asses, so this must be something to do with Mr. Fillion. Also, I am not sure what the point of hiring three actors, giving them names, and putting them in all of the episodes is if you don't plan to give them any decent amount of screen time or lines. Seriously, the captain-dude isn't even a two dimensional character, and I suspect the actors who play Ryan and Esposito have skills beyond standing half in and half out of the shot and looking somewhat attractive.