Nothin' but a pillow

Still in Canada, now being hosted by DP and DT in a lovely (if rainy) rural bit of the Fraser Valley after a few days at the parents'. The local menagerie consists of three dogs, two cats, and one horse. The cats have figured out that I am (a) attentive and (b) warm, and I may be able to knit a sweater with their collected sheddings by the time I leave. Thankfully the horse has shown no signs of wanting to sit in my lap...yet.

There's a lot of interest in Canada in the American presidential race, particularly in Barack Obama, despite Canadians' inability to vote, or make campaign contributions, or otherwise participate. While partially explicable by Canadians' frustration with the GWB presidency, it probably owes something to Canada's terribly uninspiring politics: nobody much seems to like the current prime minister, but nobody has sprung up as an appealing alternative. And so, the minority government limps on...