I'm wondering how James Cromwell went from the unassuming farmer who gave a little pig a chance at herding sheep to the diabolical badman of 24 and LA Confidential. Come to that, he's been a villain in everything I've seen him in since Babe. He makes a mighty creepy one, too.
I can't believe how cold it is, suddenly. Just a few days ago I was wearing sandals. I took the dog out for a trot around the block and she climbed into her basket by the fireplace and fell into a deep sleep, and she looked like a little white bear curled up for hours after the walk.
I'd be amazed if I learned she sleeps less than 20 hours a day. Sometimes when company is over or if I'm moving from room to room and she feels the need to supervise activity, she'll get so tired after a few hours that her eye-lids obviously get heavy and she has to fight the urge to drop off to sleep. Cute little old lady. She was born on Halloween, and I got her in January. It had nothing to do with February 14, but I named her Valentine because she was such a little sweetheart. I know - sickeningly sweet, isn' t it? Still, I reserve the right to be downright corny when it comes to the doglet.
Happy Valentine's Day, people!
