Can't sleep. My right hand has gone past the non-working stage into the swelling up stage. As usual when it's acting up I spent the day throwing money at people. Everything is of course exacerbated by the fact that it's damn hot. But the Globe and Mail printed my letter, so right now I don't care. I'll just stay up all night and surf...

woohoo -- my name in print

Dear kate,
Here is your horoscope
for Tuesday, June 22:

The universe steps in and bails you out. The rest of the month suddenly looks much better. Now you can concentrate on better things, like having some summer fun.

Ok, I'm still waiting. Get on with it, universe. As in, any time right about now would be good, for the bailing out. Cindy, one of my three employees, has broken her foot so I ended up at work today on my day off...

In my email inbox: "cough syrup ruffians". What do they do, scream themselves hoarse?

I enjoyed this today, on how prisoners can now vote.

And it's Sunday. Rachel wants to go see the Garfield movie. She's a big fan. All the high tech stuff in today's world, and she loves the scruffy books I had when I was a kid. Most of them are missing covers, but she's got them all in her room and she's always coming to quote me something.