As a wise anonymous person once said, and this morning is no different! I am so tired, there is simply no way I would be awake at all without my hot, fresh cup of Dunkin Donuts Original Coffee Blend. Mmmm…. coffee.

Why am I so tired? Well thank you for asking!

Oliver went to bed late last night after a couple of attempts at a solid Linda Blair Pea Soup impersonation. I don’t know what was going on with him, he was calm as ever, but after nursing right before bed he smiled, coughed, and spewed about two cups of milk all over the bed, me, and his father. He looked a little surprised for a moment, but then smiled at me.
We cleaned everything up, and of course, he was starving, so we nursed a little more, with frequent breaks for burping. He seemed okay, that is until he coughed, and spewed another copious amount of breastmilk onto the bed. Once again, he was calm as can be.

Thankfully he did not continue to spew, as he was once again hungry, having emptied his tummy completely. Still, it was closer to 1 am before we went to sleep, and 7 am came awfully early this morning.

He seems okay now too, no more exorcist moments, though he is a little tired and cranky from the lack of sleep.

My computer is still iffy, but thankfully my husband has lent me the use of his, so I may continue to publish stories about baby’s bodily fluids!

My darling Mac laptop has lasted me through law school, bar exam, and my first year and some change in a new place far from home. Today, after eradicating nearly all my photographs for the last several years (yes they were backed up, somehow the external hard drive is futzed too), it began to act suspiciously like a sick laptop, one that may need to be replaced.

I may not have the ability to write for a while….

There was a young woman who lived in New Jersey
with so many pets she should have had pleurisy.
She’d started with three,
but wasn’t let be,
by the creatures all covered in fursey!
— Scylla

I have a giant blinking sign above my head that says “Cat Sucker”.

It started last year with Hazel. She obviously saw the warm glow of the cat sucker sign over my head as I left Marlena’s school and decided to approach me for permanent residency in Cat Camelot. A kingdom where she would be allowed to sleep on her choice of two beds every night, and would only be faced with the hardship of choosing which lap to sleep on during evening television programming, instead of having to scrounge for her supper.

Of course, technically it started before then, with Rue. Really, he was the first new addition to the Cats of the Round Table, and he was primarily Lee’s fault. (Lee does not have a cat sucker sign on his head, but he is listed in the “animal softy” registry.)

Well, if we are going to be completely honest here, this particular Cat Camelot started with Chloe, many years ago, when I agreed to adopt her from a friend who had to move into a no pets allowed building, and wanted his PTSD-suffering Siamese to have a gentle and loving home. (Of course, before her there was Woody… you get the idea.)

Now there is another petitioner for admittance into Cat Camelot. He is sitting outside in my backyard. He is small and black and white, and currently sated after having consumed a large bowl of kitty food. He is very friendly. He tells me that he has traveled far, and has braved many trials and hardships, in order to seek membership in these most hallowed halls. He has heard the stories of warm beds, multiple available hands for petting, and plentiful food. He is even willing to brave the potential hardship of Oliver love and the canine hordes, in order to be allowed past the gates into this land of plenty.

Yes, once again, the warm glow of the cat sucker sign has led one right to my door. I guess I should be glad it doesn’t say “Hippo Sucker”.