P.T. Barnum would be proud. Proud, I tell you.

The Sopranos ending was . . . unique :) I was watching it in my room because I wanted to be able to stretch my legs out, but after the credits started to roll, I could hear everyone in the living room laughing like crazy. I gotta admit that I laughed, too. It's not the ending I would have chosen, it's not the ending I was expecting, but it certainly is setting off a buzz that'll last for weeks. Now having given Chase a pass, I will say that if the BSG producers don't go out with a bang (so to speak), I don't plan to be anything even approximating forgiving.

Meanwhile in the real world, Conchita sure as hell looks like she's going to have that cria any minute. She seems to have shut down for the night - in that wacky way that pregnant alpacas have of doing - but tomorrow is looking like another criation day here at Serenity Suris. We'll keep you informed.

I had a pretty bad night last night, and consequently I got nothing done around here that I was hoping to get done. I'm going to dope myself up like a cheap junkie in hopes that I'll get some sleep, because . . . we have a brand new lawn tractor sitting in the shed just waiting for me to take it for its inaugural spin around the weedfest that is our yard. And by God, I shall ride. Oh yes, I shall.