This primary seems like it is never going to end. Oh, and to balance out that hair on fire Bill Curry piece, here’s a Kevin Drum piece on Hillary and Wall Street that is pretty fair.
At any rate, on to the sweetest thing. Steve woke us all up at 5:30 this morning, barged into my room, and started screaming that it was time for breakfast. He does that from time to time. The house doors shut and stay closed, but they don’t lock because the house has shifted a little, so the animals have learned they can just push on some of the closed doors and make their way in.
So I got up, fed Steve, and even though I had been up way too late last night (past two), I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep again any time soon, so I made some coffee. Stumbled my way to the desk and sat down to start reading and checking email, and after about 45 minutes, Lily came into the office and started jumping up onto my leg with her front paws, and yipping like she wanted to play. So I skritched her ears, and went back to what I was doing. She did it again, I pet her, paid some attention, and went back to work. She did it again. Finally, I said what’s wrong, Lily. She turned around, walked out of the office, and jumped back into bed and looked at me. So I said fine, and we went back to bed for another hour.
I guess she just wasn’t ready to wake up and wanted her heater back.