I got up way later than I wanted to today, mostly because...

About 12:30 last night I was woken by Sam (the cat) scratching my legs. He just wouldn't stop, so I got up and put him outside.

JD and Tyler were still up, in the computer room. We BSed a while, then I went back to bed.

As soon as I entered the room, I could smell cat shit. I turned on the light, and there, right where my legs were, was a slimey pile of cat shit.

Yep, old Sammy had been trying to cover it up.

So I stripped the bedspread off and checked the sheets and they were OK, so I put the soiled one out by the washer and put the newly laundered one back on. Karen almost woke up, but it took her a while to remember when I asked her about it tonight, so she wasn't very awake.

This is not acceptable cat behavior. Not at all. I can see that he needs to defecate, and when y'gotta go, y'gotta go. OK, but... there's the floor. Or Karen's side of the bed. But on my legs? He's trying to tell me something, and I have something to tell him, and Karen, and the rest of the world... he's not sleeping in my bedroom any more. Enough is enough. Twice is more than enough.

Yes, I can learn, even at my advancing (much too rapidly) age.

The boys and I got started on the kitchen today, and got a lot of progress made. Enough to make me tired, anyway, and them too.

Karen is watching the Monica thing, and I'm kinda about halfway listening. Rather boring, and that's if you wike Barbara Wah-wah. Which i don't. And, of course, nothing new is being said.

I think that I'll shower and go to bed after I put these two torn-apart 486 computers back together so that I can pile them up in a neat pile... the new one should be here early next week, so I'll have a full week to play with it.

I was going through the WIN98 help files on networking earlier... there's a whole lot of stuff that I don't know... but you already knew that, didn't you.

I haven't known everything since... well, since I quit drinking...

More tomorrow...