I just felt compelled to add...

That my freaking cat has turned in to Houdini. Yesterday she opened the back door, and then pushed on the storm door, escaped, and hid in the bushes for 20 minutes. For those 20 minutes, I stood in the backyard in a pink bathrobe and my white Dansko nursing clogs, and tried to entice her out with a squeaking mouse (toy, not the real thing. If it had been the real thing, she'd have come out sooner). She did the model walk past me, and I nabbed her. WTH? After we got back inside, she acted like she was possessed, chewing on the door. If I had wanted an animal that chewed, I'd have found a dog, or a goat. She's still mad at me. Oh well, if she stays away from me all day, I will be spared the pleasure of waking up at 3:00pm to find that I have acquired a large, purring fur hat. Speaking of bed, why am I not there now, since I do have to work tonight? Because I can't sleep as usual.