Wednesday

Not much to report. Friday Richard and a friend from work are doing a guy-hike together, then we're all going to dinner at a historic greasy-spoon diner down the street (well, they are - I'll maybe just have coffee). Saturday there's an annual anti-war protest that Richard wants to take part in.
I think the bunny has learned to tell time. At 10:00 sharp every night, Sophie hops into her cage and sits staring at me with a "Where's my damn salad?" look on her face until I hand over the greens.

Lost was not a big shocker for me tonight. I bet a lot of people had guessed that Dr. Shepherd could be Claire's dad, back when he was demanding to see his daughter in Sydney. It was also clear to me that whoever "He" is, it ain't Ben. Ben is not the Big Kahuna, he's more middle management material. And Jack, well... what other friends does he have at this point?