Gah.

I hate unexpected sick. Yes, folks, it's the return of the Summer Cold that isn't. What this means is that I have no energy to do anything and the attention span of a gnat; my immune system's kicking into overdrive trying to fight off the good ol' whatever-it-is.
You want to add this to the fact that the boy's Cranky As Hell for no forseeable reason and my telekenesis is on today, and you've got a perfect Monday in Tuesday's clothing.

Something in the air

( Interesting little webtoy. )

There. Coffee and food and copious amounts of pettings (one of the cooler things about husbands working contract and mostly from home is that you can have Pettings whenever you want.) I feel much better. I think I'm having a PMS thing or something, I don't know.
Oh, yeah, and I went in to play with the kittens. I think we have two boys and a girl. The most adventurous one is the female one - one of the black ones, the one that's less fluffy.) She's the one that got in the chair yesterday.
Oooh, rain. Dare I hope for a thunderstorm?