Again, it’s that time of the week when I go back to work. That’s right, it’s Tuesday morning. It’s a gray day. And if you look really hard, there’s little tiny snowflakes falling.

Chaucer is fighting to get into someones lap. He’s even more upset, since Pippin just jumped up in my lap, and he’s on the hump – the blanket that is covering Crystal’s lap.

I slept like the dead last night. Pretty much from the moment my head hit the pillow I was out. I woke up very briefly at around four. Just long enough to see what the time was, then out again until the alarm went off.

In a blanket update: everything seemed fine this morning. No blankets suspiciously dragged to my side of the bed.

I don’t know if the kittens slept on the bed. But when the alarm went off, Pippin was up there walking around.

Ok, I have coffee, and I suggest you get some too. It’s Tuesday, bitches!