Tuesday

Nothing changed in Le Tour today; those who crossed the finish line first weren't high enough in the classification to worry about, and it wouldn't have mattered anyway if they had been because all the important riders were literally breathing down their necks. Astana (Lance's team) aren't interested in stage wins so much-they're more interested in the status of their team (they are currently the top team) and winning the yellow jersey for their guys.

The leaders might very well not change places for the next few days, not until the mountain stages begin. When they cross the finish line in a group, they all get the same time, so statuses stay exactly where they are unless there's an accident or a drug bust.

Back here at home, Spritey, our 25 pound sheltie who seems to think that she owns the entire planet, had a battle with a bunny today. We have a group of wild bunnies around our house-we often find them placidly eating the grass on our lawn.

They've obviously gotten the impression that if they're far enough out in the yard, then an enraged Spritey can't get at them. So this bunny was sitting 20 feet out practically in the woods, and he was eating just as cool as could be. Spritey was at the end of her chain as far as she could go, and she was furious. Although she barked and barked at him, he refused to move, showed no sign that Spritey was practically throwing a tantrum because he was there, and he didn't stop eating. When I finally got fed up with her barking and brought her in the house, he moved further into the front yard. As my sister Anna termed it when she saw him sitting there in the grass, "Game, Set, Match."

Not much else is going on-Whisper is chasing her tail (again), Dorrance hasn't sent anything, my book won't be here for a week yet, and the mountain stages of the Tour haven't started yet.

Ta,
Bec