My Sunday

My DH disappeared to go hunting, but he probably won't shoot anything. Not cause he can't, but cause he won't shoot just anything. I respect that.
I watched about an hour of I'm Not There, the Bob Dylan biopic done by six different actors/characters. Probably the strangest character is the black kid, who reminds me of the Robert Johnson character from O' Brother Where Art Thou. As a whole, the movie is interesting, but also lulling.
Stopped the movie, and drinking a cup of tea, to nap on the couch with the cats. S lay beside me with his head on my arm, as he always does, while C came and stood by my head purring. When I finally opened my eyes and stared at her for a bit she began batting at my eyes as a means to get me to pet her. Or something. She may want to be fed. Since we've converted to tuna fish she has been a pretty demanding girl.
A friend of a friend wrote on FB that she was glad she has kids and not cats. I think that comment was about me, as our mutual friend had just been to visit us. She and her husband are allergic. Me and my husband are adamant about not having kids. And the cats are with us til they die. You know.
Now it is starting to get dark outside (but it is too early), which makes me want to go back to bed. But I have much work to do and that won't happen if I'm sleeping. The fast clock in my office just clicked over to 18:00.

Also, and Also

I want to know if anyone counted the number of times Sarah Palin used the word "also" in tonight's VP debate?

I have to give her credit - the folksy talk was appealing. But I don't personally find, "Drill, baby, drill" and "waving the white flag of surrender" and "doggone it" to be very presidential. Just a heartbeat away, folks!!