Random Friday Morning Musings

After last night's sort of intense thinking, I'm back to the pinball-style that usually makes it so much fun to be me. My brain is like the weather in Southern Illinois: if you don't like it, wait a few minutes...it'll change.

1. So this morning I rolled out of bed at the crack of 10 o'clock because the cats were crashing around in the kitchen. Now they're sitting in a semicircle around the dishwasher, intently peering at the bottom of it. That tells me that either they worship dishwashers as a god in their culture, or there's a mouse under it. I'm hoping for the worshipping, but I'm betting it's the mouse.

2. Remember that guy who was trying to publish a book by getting people to tattoo one letter apiece on themselves? The last time I heard, he had thousands of people willing to do it. I don't have the slightest desire for a tattoo, but I'll admit this one intrigues me.

3. The day before yesterday was cold and rainy. Yesterday was hot and sunny. Today seems to be cold and rainy. I need to put an alternator in Katie's Jeep so I can get back to worrying about her every time she steps out the door, like nature intended, but I hate to do it on one of the cold rainy days. This is why I need a garage. Are you listening, Lori?

4. I love days off. Days off are like travel magazines or spare money in the bank...they're full of potential. I may not ever visit Chile or buy anything from the Sharper Image catalogue, but it's fun to think about.

5. Instead of getting down on the cold wet ground today to fix Katie's Jeep, I'm planning to build a little cat house for the hookers.
Nah...just kidding. I'm going to build a little cat house for the outside cat, who's been getting soaked standing on the porch in the rain every night, waiting for me to get home and feed her canned food. The cardboard box she's currently sleeping in just ain't cuttin' it in this weather.

6. My friend Traci's mother died a couple of days ago, and I worry about her. She looks tougher than she is. Traci, when you get around to reading this in two or three weeks...I'm sorry for your loss. There's no other relationship in the world like mothers and daughters. I know you grieve for her, but I grieve for you. Hang in there.