I am systematically working my way through Agatha Christie's "best" mysteries, as deemed by her official website, and yesterday I finished The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. It was very clever and enjoyable.

It's still summer and I don't care if what I'm reading isn't exactly deep. I just want to be entertained.

So, the cockerpoo is a no-go but we're meeting a foxhound tonight in Long Island!