Good morning. Podrick was being Podrick, so I kicked him out of the bedroom. Then I felt a cat jump on the bed. I didn’t really look when I kicked him out of the bedroom. So there was pretty much at 95% chance that he just doubled back and snuck back into the room before I closed the door. In my defence, it was dark, wicked early, and I wear two sleep masks at him.

I can’t see anything.

It was actually Pippin. I can’t remember if she was let out of the bedroom, or if she snuggled up close to Crystal. She only walked across me once. But it was completely different from when Podrick lumbers across me. I fell back asleep. Sleep daddy helped a little this morning. I tried to get back to the library, but found myself in a freak cabin. I probably hit the wrong button on my mask.

Today is the day of the Royal Rumble. A co-worker was joking around yesterday that if he bet $100 that Joe Hendry wins the Rumble he would win $20k. But he said, I only bet what I’m comfortable to lose. Good advice. On a whim, I bet $5 that Joe will win the Rumble. If he does, I’ll take home $875.

I believe in Joe Hendry!