smacky and bucky

For years now, the cats have consistently woken me up around 6am, when I need to get up and get ready for work. It's when I feed them, so they're trained to make noise at 6am. That is, until recently, with Laura and the dog out of the house for extended periods of time. Now the cats don't seem to know what day it is. The dog being gone always means it's the weekend. As a result, I've woken up at 7 the last two days, with the cats still sleeping happily at the foot of the bed. If this keeps up, I'll actually have to figure out how to use the alarm clock, which I haven't needed since 2002.

We'll all be happy when things finally get back to normal. Last night I had leftover pizza and heated up a green been casserole. I must be a totally vitamin deprived bachelor, because the casserole was so good (with those french fried onions on top) that I had thirds. Yes, I know you don't care what I'm eating. In fact someone wrote a book saying that: No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog, which is a great title for what looks like a dumb book (blogging for dummies, in other words). I have no idea how I stumbled across that book, by the way. I think it was one of those "Amazon customers who purchased this product also purchased..." and that book popped up. I was probably browsing something completely unrelated, like an old Jackie Chan DVD.