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Cats eating cereal?  Very cute, heads down in the bowl, taking turns gnawing soggy corn flakes and slurping milk.  Also?  Very unwise.  Cats eating cereal leads to being up at three am spot cleaning the carpet.

Winter.  You can go away now!  Really.  I've gotten the message. You're cold, you're blustery.  You're bad-tempered and play tricks.  I get it.  Move on. 

The three am clean up led to the four am inspiration, so maybe I should feed cats milk more often.  I figured out what was keeping a plot from working.  Yay, inspiration!  You make my life easier.  You can stick around.  As long as you want.  I promise not to yell at you when you wake me up in the middle of the night.  Or keep me from falling asleep.  Or make me pull the car off the road so I can jot notes on random napkins culled from the bottom of the car. 

Coffee is my friend.  Cue Brendan Fraser in George of the Jungle singing the Javajavajava song.  The rest of the movie is worth it for that one moment. 

Currently reading Heart of Light.  I like 3 out of the 4 POV characters.  I want to like the last one, but she's so . . . I don't know.  Plot's fun though!  And hey!  Were-dragons.  Flying carpet ships.  Magical rubies and the british empire. 

Someone tell me it's lovely and warm where they are.  Today I desperately miss the tropics.  I'm thinking of a day in Sanibel where I sat beside the pool and just felt the sun melting over me.  Watched the waves hit the beach only a hundred feet away.  When I just threw on shorts and shoes when it was time to go out to lunch, instead of three layers of shirts, coat, scarf, hat, all weather boots and gloves.  I really hate gloves.