Not a negative word was heard

[rolanni]

Saturday. Sunny and blue and my goodness what a pretty day.

I? slept late. I mean, I woke up at six, but couldn't quite get ucouldp the gumption to throw back the covers, so I turned over for "fifteen minutes." Three coon cats immediately and unanimously voted Aye, and I had Rookie against my back -- that is one solid kitten we're growing here -- Firefly in the crook of my knees, and Tali under my chin . . . and the next time I opened my eyes it was 8:30.

So, hummus, naan, and grapes for breakfast, who knows for lunch. Writing is on the schedule. And also laundry. Evidence seems to indicate that I missed laundry last week. Well.

I watched two segments of "Blown Away." There was a little too much with the people and too little with the glasswork, IMHO. I do realize that this is the standard format for reality shows, but -- you're looking at a woman who saw every hot glass demo at Corning for two solid days and was Sad that she couldn't wrangle a third day.

The cats were mildly interested in the goings-ons. At one point, Firefly looked at me and you could see her thinking, "You did this? Are you nuts, Mom?" Guilty as charged, but I did have people who really knew what they were doing standing by to assist "the gaffer."

So, that's all the news from the Confusion Factory at the moment.

How's everybody doing this fine November Saturday?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Rhymin' Paul Simon, "Was a Sunny Day"