I admit it. I'm hooked.

I can't get enough of the Casey Anthony trial. Even though I had big plans for all I'd accomplish on this long Memorial Day weekend, I've done little of it. Instead I have been glued to the TV, watching the gavel-to-gavel coverage. And damn Judge Perry! He kept me from doing housework because he's decided to hold court on Saturdays in order to save the taxpayers money and get the sequestered jurors home to their families/lives sooner.

I am loving Judge Perry. And I wonder how long I'll be haunted by Caylee's eyes. Casey's, too. For while I certainly don't excuse, nor can I even comprehend, how anyone could treat a child the way Caylee was, I also am not sure Casey Anthony is pure evil and nothing but. I'm not buying the sexual abuse the defense is proffering, but I'm not sure that something very weird didn't go on in the Anthony household.

But, of course, being terrified of her mother and bat shit jealous of her daughter is not a legal defense for Casey Anthony. But it is an explanation. And I am longing for an explanation.

At least I'm not "under water"

I'm reading the latest official county assessment for my condo. It's a good news/bad news situation.

On the one hand, this home of mine -- the biggest investment I'll ever make -- is worth 19% less than it was last year. Naturally this is not a feel good.

On the other hand, at least it's worth more than I owe. 44% more than I owe, to be exact. This makes me happy.

Also, while it never makes me happy to see my biggest investment is worth less than ever before, it's not all bad. After all, since my condo has been devalued, the upcoming property tax increase won't take such a big bite.

So I'm still financially afloat.