More remedies for the blues

Remedy: Listening to Gordon MacRae singing "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" on the way to work.

Not a remedy: Toasted marshmallow hot chocolate from Starbucks. It tastes like someone dumped the powdery dust at the bottom of the Lucky Charms cereal box into a mug of hot chocolate. It is not good.

Remedy: Going out for an impromptu evening of beers and dinner with school friends after class when we all simply could not face the library and opted instead to walk on a beautiful night to dinner and where we visited and where I feel like I saw them all in a completely new way. They are all very neat people.

Not a remedy: Feeling somewhat awful about the state of several assignments.

Remedy: Suddenly deciding after 32.5 years of life that I rather enjoy cooler weather. Not cold, but cool. I slept more solidly last night than I have in months, and it was the coldest night we've had since last winter. No heater ... just nice warm pajamas and an excellent comforter. Coincidence? I think not.

Remedy: I don't know squat about the television industry other than I love television a whole lot and always have. I've been closely following the strike story on Pamie's site, Stee's site, Jenna Fischer's, James Gunn's. Striking reader Tony sent me these links, and I thought I'd pass them along. I just think that regular people should not get screwed over by big business and it's kind of that simple in my mind.

Remedy: George Bush's veto override. I don't even know what he vetoed. I'm just glad Congress handed it to him. SUCK ON THAT, GEORGE BUSH. I only wish they'd pulled it together and done it for the stem cell bill. That still burns me up so ferociously when I think about it that I become physically ill.

Remedy: Watching the dogs investigate their early Christmas present from B., their first-ever proper doghouse.