Friday I suffered the most crushing fatigue and all I wanted to do was sleep, not do dishes or laundry or most of all go to work, all of which I did. Work was busy and even stupid didn’t annoy me that much although she did trot out her jewelry catalog and gush over how wonderful it was. I won’t buy any but she never stops trying.

Anyway, back to the fatigue, all I wanted to do Saturday was sleep. So except for reading this post which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside as opposed to outside or rather inside my house all fuzzy with cat hair everywhere. Until I hit refresh and discovered I’d gotten knocked off. Damn, that was probably the only list I would ever make top ten. Put me back of the cat gets it…

providing I can pick Meowza up. Speaking of whom, I weighed Meowza. He’s 13.5 pounds, 1.5 times as heavy as our formerly heaviest cat, Keefe who is only a mere 9 pounds. To me, he is heavy especially when he darted outside this morning and I had to catch him, pick him up and haul him back into the house. He’s enough to give me a hernia if I didn’t already have one. I can only imagine picking up Edloe who is well over 20 pounds.