It's Friday the 13th - time to check in at Casa Diane. The petunias and impatiens I planted last weekend are doing well, and the girls are conserving their energy for the weekend.

I'm golfing tomorrow afternoon for the first time in a couple of months, so I'm off to the driving range this morning on the way into work. My spiffy new bicycle was delivered this week, but needs a bit of assembly . . . I can't wait to go toodling down the street with my cool basket and bell . . .

Now for the bad news . . . I've gained 5 lbs., so it's time to get back on the diet and exercise path to health . . . not that I haven't enjoyed making french toast from Trader Joe's cinnamon raisin bread. And as you can see from the woeful look on Noodles' face, she has an appointment at the Vet's tomorrow for her annual shots . . .

Happy Friday the 13th, all! And if you see anyone with a mask and a knife, don't stop to ask stupid questions . . . just run, fast, in the opposite direction.