Kitty woke me up at 4 a.m. with her litter box foot in my face. My back is stiff from two days of muscle spasms. My computer is not being user friendly. James and Jesse both have a birthday party to attend this afternoon. Gathering day is shot - I won't have anyone to play with. Harry dropped the coffee pot and it shattered. (He has gone to WalMart to get another.) It's a gray morning and we're expecting rain/storms. I think I'll just hide in my bean bag and sulk.
On the bright side; Mark Martin won his first NASCAR race in 97 starts and Tony came in second. Tony has certainly matured - in a good way - in the past year or so.
That's my world. Tell me about yours.