I'm Alive!

I woke up Sunday evening to the very unusual sight of all three of my cats sitting around my head. My cats barely tolerate each other, much less lay around in a bunch. They were either waiting for me to wake up and feed them or they were sucking the breath out of my body. I think it was the latter, because when they want me to wake up, one of them usually starts punching me in the ribs. There's nothing quite like opening your eyes and finding yourself nose to nose with a cat. I called in sick Sunday because I'd been fighting some sort of stomach thing for two days. I would have called in sick Saturday too but there was only one writer at work, so I bit the (silver) bullet and went in to work. That surprised my boss, who watched me get increasingly worse the night before and expected me to stay home. Duty is not a trait that is understood or practiced much here. At any rate, 32 hours of sleep later, I'm feeling better and am at work again. Tuesday begins my three-day weekend. I vaguely know that the Republicans held a debate sometime, somewhere recently, but I didn't pay attention. When they can get all the candidates into a wide shot without hanging the camera from the rafters, that's when I'll start paying attention. It won't get interesting until Thompson and possibly Gingrich get into it. As for the Democrats, I'm not going to sit back in my comfortable recliner and voluntarily watch someone lie to me. None of them have the substance of a sock puppet. Chubby Checker will be in the building Wednesday. We have musical celebrities in here every week, but I've never heard of most of them. He turns 66 in October, but on the poster he looks like he's in his 30s. Old picture or clone? At any rate, no force on earth would get me to voluntarily enter DC on my day off. Anything they have there I can get here in Virginia -- except the daily shootings. I'm just sayin'.