I decided to vacuum this morning and could not help but notice that the bag felt somewhat full. So, I hauled the vacuum outside and emptied the bag. Except it wouldn't shake out. Maybe a bit of dust, but not much else. So, I resorted to the old-fashioned method of pulling it out with my hand. And I pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The trash can appeared to be occupied by at least three (dirty) cats. Maybe four. I don't know how the cats can leave so much hair lying around and still be warm and fuzzy.

I wonder if that's why the vacuum sucked stuff up so much more efficiently after I put it back together?

Other than that, it was a dullish day. I started another mind candy book--this one by J. D. Robb. It's her latest one and YD actually bought a hardback copy, which she passed on to me after she'd read it. Aside from being pretty good mysteries, these books have at least three scenes of polyorgasmistic and "innovative" sex between the protagonist and her husband.

Weather is in the process of changing, and not for the better IMHO. We may get to freezing temperatures in the next day or so. Well, that may be good for acclimating the Saints to Chicago temperatures.

I wonder how many cats will decide to cleep* with me tonight.


(*cuddle/sleep)