It's late, and I don't have much to say. Ziggy is five months old now, and his growing has slowed down. He'll probably grow a bit more, but he'll never be as big as the other dogs. I've learned to accept it. I hope he will too.

The weekend approaches, which means my second shot at computer rebuilding. I'll need to go to Fry's at least once more to exchange the motherboard, and hope the next one works better than the last one. This is my last chance. I figure if I can't do it this weekend, it won't be done by me. Julie is comfortable with my failing, and will probably be relieved once I finish this project and clean the computer room.