Cat Love

I love, love, love that whenever I'm up late working, Smokey crawls (yes, crawls, not jumps) onto my lap and lays there purring for an interminable amount of time. He's warm and soothing and soft. I would make mittens and a blanket out of him if he were big enough. (Well, not *really*, but you know, the urge does come fleetingly.)

I think everyone that works late at night needs a lap cat. Or at least a lap husband. Whatever.

Hotel TVs

It came up as a point of conversation while out of town this last jaunt: I never turn on my TV in my hotel room.

Never. Ever. Ever. Ever.

Is that strange? My co-workers think it's very, very weird.

I think it's my whole philosophy against television in a place of sleep. Either that, or I'm too busy working to even think about TV.