I am apparently a goddess, in the eyes of my 22 lb. (male) cat. And to show his love and adoration he wants to sit on my lap, which--when I'm wearing shorts, as I am now--involves significant areas of thigh skin. It doesn't take too long before I am aware of the 2 degree (F) delta between cat basal temperature and human basal temperature.

But even a goddess must tolerate her subjects' various ways of showing the requisite adoration. It's better than the time (years ago) when a cat brought a freshly-killed mouse into the house during the night and left it right in front of the commode, so that that anyone involved in a middle of the night "expedition" would find it with their bare toes.

About the only "kill" nowadays is the occasional giant (2"+ long) cockroach "pine beetle." (In Florida we called them "palmetto bugs.")

It hasn't rained today where I have been. It looked like I might run into some heavy stuff on the way home, but I didn't.

Of course, during the day I am in an air-conditioned building. And I commute in an air-conditioned car.

All sorts of congratulations go to YD. She called me this morning with the news. (No, she's not pregnant. Nor did the houses get sold.)

I guess the weekend is ahead of me. I haven't worked an every-other-day week in quite a while and my body rhythms don't realize (yet) they have two consectutive days without the alarm clock. (Who knows what they will do the following week when I'm on my vacation! And that will be compounded by temps that seem to be 10 degrees lower both night and day.)

Oh--today was a first at work. I ended up being the last person out and got to arm the alarm system. Woo hoo!