I am starting to realize that ever so slowly commercials and radio advertising are taking over what is left of my brain. For some reason the "Hello Moto" thing has been stuck in my head since I woke up way too darn early this a.m. (See alarm clock log at bottom.) So of course that was my greeting for the entire morning to each and every last one of my (lucky) co-workers. Having been at my current place of employment for a number of years now, they are quite used to my somewhat bizarre behavior. In fact, they have even adopted a ceremonial head shaking thing that seems to happen unconsciously now whenever I enter a room. Some have even mastered complete 360 degree eye rolls to go along with their, "She's so not right" expressions. As for me, I just smile and take it all in.

However, I do like to constantly remind my "9 to 5" companions, that I am like a little burst of sunshine within our office, helping to make the day go by just a little bit faster. That is of course, when it's not like watching paint dry for 9 hours. Which it most definitely was today. Today's work load was non-existant, unless you count numerous games of free cell, occasional phone conversations where heavy breathing seemed appropriate and a few spare moments to prune the plants in my office before it could be classified a wild refuge reserve.

But thankfully I am once again home. Dinner has been cooked, consumed and cleaned up after, all in one fell swoop. (Striking a Super Girl pose.) The minor child is currently torturing our resident cat, Emma. Tonight's ensemble consists of one lace bib sans dress, red ribbons and the unfortunate placing of multi-colored hair ties attached to all 4 paws. (You didn't think I was talking about the minor child did you?)

I'm almost inclined to save the cat from further humiliation but she looks like she is enjoying her play time. OK ... Maybe that is stretching the truth somewhat. But I am exacting my revenge for her latest escapade which involved one closet and several clothing carrying hangers which were mysteriously found on the floor last evening. Closets are now completely off limits to little black cats who formerly used said quarters for an afternoon nap.

I must go now and make some hot cocoa to heat myself back up. These frigid temperatures for the past few weeks have left me mostly numb all the way down to my toes. But that as they say, is life in the great Northeast.

** Alarm Clock Log **
5 a.m. Ringer, Snoozed Twice, Turned off Once and Out of Bed Approximately 10 or so Minutes Later. Not at all bad for a Tuesday.