I'll take Marley to the vet's shortly. Last year, the doctor had suggested that Marley might have an autoimmune disease, such as lupoid onchodystrophy. If true, we could be in for a lifetime of treatment.

Yesterday we received emails from Marian. She's been able to walk up the lane to get the mail, about a kilometer round trip, a walk that she couldn't complete last year. She reports that there are fishermen on the ice on the Cardigan River. (The Cardigan River is a salt water inlet.)

If the wind is right and you listen very carefully, you can hear something approximating music coming from the west end of Prince Edward Island. PEI has the only year-round college for bagpipe instruction in North America. (What's an optimist? A piper with a beeper.)

This morning's job listing include a job as, and I'm not making this up, a JohnFAdbprg. It's something to do with database programming. Hakkarainen's Job Search Rule #6: Don't take a job that you can't pronounce.

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that the NIH had posted song lyrics for kids. The Centers for Disease Control, not to be outdone, bring us this. Who cares about PSP when you can have the Staph Infection card (PDF viewer required).

The Blogger spell-checker didn't recognize the word outdone recommended OTTOMH as a replacement.