Sci-Fi Channel is showing the 1996 movie of "Dr. Who." To my knowledge, this is the only time it has been on since it first aired.

The Dr. comes to "life" in the morgue dressed only in a shroud. He escapes and goes rummaging through lockers looking for more appropriate clothing. He reaches in one, brings out a long stripped scraf, places the end across his shoulder, looks at and shakes his head as if to say "not my style." A quick, funny, sly bit with its references to Tom Baker as the fourth Dr.

Without a doubt, "Dr. Who" has to be one of the greatest cult classics of tv. I certainly can't think of anything that approaches it. Although it has not been in production for several years, interest has not waned in the least. I can't remember what I've read recently, but I vaguely recall something about a new movie. Need to do another one of those Google searches.

It was my intend, after my trouble sleeping last week and the vexing respiratory problem, to rest. And to a degree, I managed to do that.

But I also completed a number of chores. Did the laundry Friday evening. Got an inspection sticker for the car, bought cat food Saturday afternoon. (As I've indicated before, buying cat food for this hungry brood is no simple task.)

Oh, I also dropped off a batch of shirts at the cleaners and picked up several. (Is there a collective noun for a group of shirts? A collar of shirts? A cuff of shirts? A button-down of shirts? A sleeve of shirts?)

Today, I balanced the check book, paid some bills, and sorted through some offers for magazines. Also bought a "New York Times" and read part of it at lunch. Came home and sprayed some mildew remover on the front porch. (Gawd! I hope I didn't do something to irritate my allergies. Because I notice I feel stuffy.)

Without thinking, not uncommon for me, I sprayed the solution on the front door including the solid brass decorative plate at the bottom. After cleaning everything with the hose, I noticed that the solution had stripped off part of a layer of paint. Which was nothing compared to what it did to the brass plate which now looks like an alligator had chewed on it then barfed it back up.

Before I forget. I also took down the Christmas wreath on the front door. Well, it'd be more accurate to say, I took down a wreath I put up at Christmas. At one time, I think it looked more Christmasy, but now its only a circle of pine cones.

PAX!