It's after 10 and I am sitting here securing my place in the ranks of Bejeweled lore while listening to the new Demon Hunter CD Storming the Gates of Hell. The kids are upstairs sleeping hopefully having pleasant dreams. Before bed my daughter kept telling me that she couldn't stop seeing the dying gerbil. I will grant her that it wasn't pretty. Poor Ghost just lay there having seizures, eyes bugging, and sucking in deep breaths.

Kathi just walked in the door after a night with the ladies playing Bunko. It is time for bed.