Psyche

The digital [wireless] seemed to give us trouble today in Madison. But I suspect it's because the woman we had it on was a bit of an RF energy soak. Gotta make sure I get enough water or I'll wake up with a charlie horse. My Verizon Treo is dead, won't get a new one for a few days. That bites my butt. If I stretched like my cat everyday I'd be more flexible. New iPod is working fine, I think. I haven't looked at any videos or anything with it yet, though. I don't even have any music. Just backups of dialog takes on The Attic.

This is a painting of Psyche by... oh, I forget her name. Late 1800's. English. Somebody.