As capitalism implodes, a related item in today’s Denver Post caught my eye. Apparently, Greeley resident Paula Harding could no longer afford the vet bills for her sick 15-year-old dog and, after trying OD him on anti-anxiety pills, she shot him. (Ironically, The Humane Society offers euthanasia starting at $35 and Harding is being held on a $5,000 bond.) This sad story is yet another facet in this desperate financial crisis and a new term is born: "foreclosure pet."   

I am two months behind on everything in my life lately, except for my period. (Thank goodness for that!) On a practical level, this means that only last night did I begin reading my June 28 copy of Time Out New York. I probably would not have bothered at all except that the cover had a picture of a giant woman sort of rampaging on a City street a la those old sci fi movies, except that this giantess was modern and thus carrying an appropriately-sized, exceptionally large cell phone. The eye rolling that resulted from the headline, “Attack of the Single Women!: They’re taking over the city – but do they want it? 50 soloists peak out,” was so severe it is amazing that I didn’t wind up with bloodshot peepers.