Got up at 6 a.m.--woke up the cat instead of the reverse and she was CRANKY--got dressed, fed the cat (improved her disposition), moved the cat off my shoes and put the shoes on, and drove to a software sale. Came home, went back out, to another software sale. Came home, did laundry, made lunch, and went into total collapse 10 a.m. Too much virtuousness for a Saturday morning, especially when the other half of this household was STILL sound asleep when I came home.

Time to take the software (1 CD) out of the enormous box (why do they package it like that?) and load it on to my machine, fill out the rebate form, run around the house looking for a stamp, and collapse again.

I read "Dreaming in Fields of Killer Sheep" last night. Highly recommended; it has the sound and rhythm of authenticity that an author rarely achieves.

Time to go feed the dog. Sometimes, between husband, cats and dogs, I feel like a damn caterer. Gotta teach those cats how to run the can opener.