Comfy

So, I turned up the heat for a while. Now I have toes again, but I can only keep Sluggo going for a short time. A blessing in disguise, I'm sure, if it means I can get to sleep a bit earlier tonight today. Often, it is the temptations of the Internet which keep me up too late. All that porn culture is irresistible!

Had I not succumbed to the desire for comfort, I'm sure I'd have written a splendid journal entry which would have filled everyone with wonder and delight. Because I wanted to feel my toes, you get this crap. I'm not even going to pad it out with any poetry. Nope. I'm just going to post and go to sleep.If you want entertainment, go read mrmustard.

Bits

One of the kitties just tossed up a hair ball, and the other tossed up her dinner last night. Both are just moping around, and have been for a couple of days. I think they don't like the cold. Neither do I. Sluggo is the only one enjoying it.

I set off the smoke alarm while cooking dinner. (I forgot to turn on the ventilation fan in the range hood.) Of course, while I was trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off, the food actually burned. I thought smoke alarms were supposed to warn you that things were about to get burned, not cause them to be burned. Why, I'm lucky to have survived! Technology can be so ambiguous.

I've always liked topping cooked cereal with cinnamon, instead of sugar. Now, it turns out that cinnamon has stuff in it that mimics insulin. Half a teaspoon of cinnamon every day can help balance blood sugar. Good heavens! I've been eating health food without knowing it! I wonder if the price of the stuff will go up once this news gets out?

Oh, crap! Monday night, and I forgot to put the trash out! It's painful to realize that I'm not a full time genius. I need a cookie.