Inauspicious

So far during the time she’s been here, Dragonia has given herself an inch-long second-degree burn on her elbow by bumping into the hot cast iron pan we cooked our bacon in, accrued a foot-long red scratch up the back of her calf from no apparent source, and spent two nights in the bathroom puking from heat exhaustion.

On the other hand, we had a very nice bottle of 1995 Clos Du Val Merlot I had been cellaring.  And watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs on DVD, and episodes of True Blood and Doctor Who via the computer.  So hopefully we’re on the way up.