Okay, no less than ten of you visited my entry for yesterday, and not a one of you wrote to tell me I’d misspelled millennium a hundred and forty times. Don’t go back and look; I fixed it already. It just doesn’t look right with two ns.

Much as I’ve enjoyed the last two weeks of working shorter hours – and having a lot of days off – I’ll be glad to have everything back to normal. Did I say (type) that? Hard to believe.

I could regale y’all with a blow-by-blow account of my last 24 hours, but it would be something along the lines of "took a nap, wandered around the house, surfed around online, ate dinner, wandered around the house, read some magazines, watched Bill Gates on Larry King, read some more."

Exciting, no?

I slept poorly last night, because I’m developing some sort of chest cold – I assume it will be a chest cold once it’s done developing; right now it’s lodged firmly at the back of my throat. Every time I’d turn over, the kitten would wake up and try to climb up onto my face. More than once, I woke up to find her kneading her claws on my bare boob. Yes, I sleep naked; aren’t you glad you know that? Usually she contents herself with curling up beside me and putting her cold nose on my arm, but last night I guess she felt especially content and needed to show it.

I apologize for the lameness and shortness of this entry, but there’s not much to say today and I needed to throw something up to appease the person (people?) who keep(s) coming to check for updates and run my stats up which gets me all excited until I realize what’s going on and I have to write a long, run-on sentence to explain it all.

I’m off to enjoy my last few hours of freedom; y’all do the same.