sleep

The way I kept falling back asleep, I might have slept till nine, if it weren't for the cats. But seven o'clock is good enough. Eight hours, even if it is not a perfectly straight sleep.

I let the cats out, taking a chance that the mud isn't bad.

to step outside

I am making a point of trying to step outside every once in a while, thinking it might be good for my eyes to take in sights in the natural sunlight, rather than being indoors all the time and spending so much time looking at lighted screens on computers and TVs. Though, I am not sure that I am not doing more damage, because it is actually quite painful upon first stepping outside, and I feel a little like Dracula facing existential extinguishment.

his Church's chicken

Pop comes home with his Church's chicken decrying that this is their last Tuesday special. It sure smells good. I suspect they will just move the sale to another night.

Marilyn

Since we had that nice Marilyn article yesterday, this may be a good time to post that quote that has been making its way around Tumblr.

downgraded the forecast

I was going to let the cats stay outside tonight, when the temperature was expected to be in that border area, the mid-forties. However, they downgraded the forecast in the last two hours, and now the temperature is expected to drop into the thirties. I still have Sammy out there. I have to get him inside without losing either Coco or Ash. Life like a videogame.