I completely lost track of time for about an hour. And then the phone rang...home line. "About your mortgage..." Less than one minute later, another telemarketer...same mortgage broker. I guess no means nothing to them. If Sam's said it once, he's said it a hundred times: we will never get a mortgage from someone who cold calls us.

I was able to slip back into my blog hunting bliss with each passing interruption. Until I heard the doorbell. And then the dog started going ape. I ran upstairs to catch it, dog and cat both close behind me. It was someone soliciting something. And he had a horrible little black rat dog under his arm. I sent him away, but my peace was gone.

I suppose he did me a favor in the long run, because I have lots of work to do and I can only justify exploring other people's blogs as a good use of my business time for so long. But it was glorious while it lasted.