In a bit of home electronics frenzy last night I rewired our main TV / home entertainment setup to reestablish the surround sound system. I'd set it up last year when we moved in and then had to tear it down when we (finally) had the cabinets installed in the den. Since the cabinetmakers left no room or grommet holes to put the system back in I held off doing anything. A year later there's still no grommet holes (like I thought they'd magically appear) and I wanted to watch a DVD in full pseudo-surround sound glory. I think it's all wired correctly, though I still need to get the sub-woofer wired in and the VCR seems to be sending its audio to something other than the receiver.

Frisket is outside playing in the drizzle on the deck. She's been …

At this point there was an interruption in my writing as I watched Frisket on the deck, with her paws up on one of the large planters in the corner. She seemed to be nosing something in the planter so I went to investigate. Her face was covered with potting soil, and her paws were black with the stuff. She had this sheepish (well, Frisket-ish) grin on her face like she'd discovered some new wonderful thing: THERE'S FRESH MUD RIGHT ON THE DECK!. Ugh.

I think it's a dog run day, she's already muddy so the drizzle won't matter much.