Housebound with the dreaded summer cold so CIJ programming has kept me company off an on. Usually a preview of what we expect every month now until Christmas. Maybe it's my cranky cold talking, but I am not ready for Anna belting out her song for the next six months. For the love of all that's holy, please Disney, give us a new hit song. You can add to that list of overexposed items their overpriced cookies and chocolates (but they're in a TIN) and that electronic touch pad game that might have been state of the art in 2002. Maybe the gods were good to me because I have been spared the bliss of bliss lights. I know, I don't have to watch and can take a walk (uh no, it's 106 outside). I guess I can look on the bright side and revel in a day free of mattresses and vacuums. Now I will do something positive like hunting down and destroying a dust bunny. Thanks for the vent and I will now let it go.