Those of you who have feline family members know how curious and loving cats can make a mess of what you might be trying to type.

I have gone through an entire package of cat treats this evening--first by using them as a distraction, and when they did not prove sufficiently distracting (compared to the computer keyboard) as a bribe to atempt to get the cats to move elsewhere.

The feline relocation process, however, does tend to break one's train of thought and greatly lengthen the time it takes to do whatever it is one planned to do. If you can remember what that was.

I have (I hope) finished with the work I was doing, and (hopefully) e-mailed it to where it's supposed to go.

And now I'm looking at the clock and thinking that I need to wind down and hit the hay fairly soon, since I get up rather early (I like to be out of the house by 0615 at the latest) on days I head in to work.

And so it's time to watch TV drivel, then hit the hay.