Mama had surgery last week. She hates being an invalid, and suddenly the house is way too small for her and Daddy to cohabitate. She told me yesterday they might not make it to their 50th anniversary on the 29th of next month. Something to do with cornbread.

I've been blog-hopping tonight. I stayed home from the ballgame because it's too cold for Lizzie to be out, but she ended up going over to Judy's anyway. First, I thought I'd read. I'm deep into several books on reading comprehension, and a novel about slavery in Louisiana. That didn't work, though, because I can't stay awake and I'm afraid to go to sleep. So then I switched to television, but I don't have a long enough attention span to watch anything. I do have a movie on; kind of scary, but I want to see how it ends. Then I went to the forums, but I just can't get interested in talking to people about what the elephant feels like. Really, I don't even think we're feeling the same elephant at all. I can't talk to people who believe in the total depravity of man. They will tell you that of course they mean pre-"salvation", but they don't mean that at all. They don't believe they've been crucified with Christ. They don't believe in regeneration. They don't believe in new wine, new creation, oneness, submission. So, I switched to blog-hopping. Some people are as busy as I am, apparently, because they're not writing regularly. I did find some current posts on some of my regular stops, though. Vernon wins the prize for most frequent posting; Karen has the least.

My movie's heating up; need to stop a minute.

The heroine, a novelist who made four million dollars from her first novel and whose husband and his lover were trying to kill her, managed to get free of the chain they'd tied around her ankles (which, in turn, they'd tied to a heavy anchor) before throwing her into the sea. She surfaced and climbed onto the pier, and now there's a commercial break. Did you know that cervical cancer is caused by human papilloma virus, the Pillsbury Doughboy is still on their advertisements, drinking 24 ounces of milk every 24 hours can help you lose weight, and Night Guard can help protect your teeth if you grind them at night? Also, Febreze has a new product you can plug into an electrical outlet, DirectTv is having a Refer a Friend sweepstakes, and Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant are playing in a movie showing tomorrow night on Oxygen. Are there always that many ads in a commercial break.

Uh-oh. The heroine has followed her husband and his lover into the lighthouse and she's beating the everloving mess out of them. But wait! The lover is down, but the husband is up and is chasing her up the stairs of the lighthouse. Hmm. A hook is lowering itself from the ceiling and is now stabbing the husband. The heroine is on the balcony of the lighthouse. "Patrick" has followed her up and is giving her a seashell. Now "Patrick" has jumped from the balcony and has landed on the rocks below. The husband and lover, who are totally depraved?, will not get that four million after all. Now the heroine is standing on the seashore, looking out at the waves, and talking to a man with an Irish accent. A pretty woman has come out and is now hugging the heroine. Celtic music is playing. The heroine is getting into her SUV and driving away from the Irishman and the pretty woman.

I think I'll get back to the slave novel now.