Argh. This cough just won't die. I've had it for nearly a week now and it's almost no better than when I got it. Sarah and I went for a hike today at the Pt. Reyes National Seashore. Our original intention was to drive all the way out to the lighthouse there. A neighbor of ours told us that whales can be seen from the lighthouse this time of year, so we decided to drive out there and see for ourselves. The lighthouse is close to two hours from our house, so it's not a short drive. We got started a bit late in the day, so by the time we were got to Pt. Reyes, it was already 3 PM PST. The sun goes down about 5:30 PM PST and we still had an hour of driving ahead of us to transit from one side of the National Seashore to the other. So, we decided to go for a hike instead. We walked a reasonably flat trial that paralleled a stream in the National Seashore lands. On our hike we saw at least two bobcats, two different species of dear, thule elk, western bluebirds, a great blue heron, and some other, more mundane species. The bobcats were particularly interesting because neither Sarah or I had seen one before. We took Ira outside for some supervised playtime today. The weather was nice (in the sixties with plenty of sun) so we hoped he might enjoy a romp around the back yard. The last time we tried supervised playtime in the backyard, Ira spent most of his time trying to dig his way under the fence that separates our yard from one of our neighbors. That day, however, was colder, with more of a breeze, and less sun. As such, the temperature may have been a bit chilly for a cold-blooded tortoise. Today, however, Ira tromped all over the backyard. He investigated what it would take to crawl under the house, whether he could climb behind the recycling and trash cans, and whether or not he could climb a brick without assistance. We even saw him moving along at a pace that is probably the tortoise version of a run. Not that fast, really, but faster than you might think a tortoise can move. Is there anybody out there who believes the fiction that Enron executives are spinning about their sales of stock and their supposed lack of insider information. In case you missed it, these executives were routinely selling millions of dollars in stock when Enron's stock price was at or near its highest price ever. Now that the company has collapsed, stockholders and the SEC are wondering how it was that these executives could not have known about the finances of their company while these stock sales were occurring. The executives in question include the CEO and CFO. If those two really weren't aware of the company's true financial position they had no business being hired for the jobs they were doing. However, these two want the American public, the SEC, and the courts to believe that they were completely in the dark regarding Enron's true financial status, and that they were not in possession of information that the public wasn't. Uh, huh.