Watch for flying tomes

Wow. Tethered was fun! I reached the last sentence of the book and literally threw it across the room. I wasn't sure what had happened, and the lack of resolution irked me because I cared about the characters. (It might have been problematic to try to watch 24 and The Golden Globes while I finished the last 10 pages.

But around 4 a.m., I woke up thinking about the story, and the pieces fell into place. I sighed with relief. Now that's a good story.

Good morning, sunshine

My normally cheerful demeanor was slightly dampened today for one reason:

Cat yak.

At 2:33 a.m., I startled awake to the noise of Pumba retching up a hairball. On my pillow. Beside my face.

At the first gurgling snort from Orange Leader, I sat straight up and scooped the cat off the bed in one motion. Everyone else in the room launched into action, too. John sprung up to get paper towels, and Sophie and Maggie ran over beside the cat to wait for the treats that were surely about to spring from the cat's mouth.

John corralled the girls away from Pumba as I tried not to throw up on the cat while he was throwing up on the floor. Wipe up and toss. Everyone went back to sleep.

4:55 a.m. ... replay! This time we get considerably more icky grosstastic barf out of the cat. Hooray.

It's nap time.