Could not drag myself out of bed, despite the crying and clawing by the kitties outside my door…because, you know, they were starving. When I finally did get up, I found the garbage bag from the kitchen dragged into the dining room. I picked it up, walked over to the garbage can. It had been knocked over, and little tiny pieces of styrofoam were scattered about the kitchen.

You see, I had meat last night.

In fact, I had cut up the meat (a piece of sirloin) and momentarily walked out of the room. When I came back, Sasha was on the counter happily gnawing on a piece of meat. I shooed him off, and picked up two little pieces of meat that he had chewed up.

So apparently, during the night, kitties ate the few little scraps I had trimmed off and then desperately chewed up the container and paper.

Oh, and Sasha with the crying last night…I’d blame it on Jen being away, except that I know he’s like this all the time, with the crying and meowing and wailing at the door. I don’t understand, really.

So after I cleaned all of that up, I got in the shower. Oh, crap. I forgot that the shower isn’t draining properly. Nothing like starting your day ankle-deep in lukewarm soapy water. Note to self: buy Drano.

Oh, and then I get in to work and discover that one of the documents I’d emailed myself, a rubric I created for scoring my class’s essays, was all messed up in formatting. And my printer at home isn’t working. Great.

I have a whole bunch of work to do today. Blah. Thank goodness it’s almost Friday.