Been listening to Weezer's "Beverly Hills" on infinite loop. A fine song.
I seem to always have a cat in my lap. All three have been decidedly more affectionate than usual since we got back from Hawaii. I would have said that Cobweb is never a lap cat, but if I had said so she would have made me a liar these past couple weeks.
It's pouring rain outside. Ugh. I like it just fine while I'm inside -- the sound is rather nice -- but it makes me very loath to venture out.