As you can see, I am up at this ungodly hour with 2 set purposes ... One of which is to transfer the laundry from the washer to the dryer and therefore have clean clothes to wear to work today ... (Fringe benefit, no ironing required.) And two, have a moment of quiet reverie before yet another evil work week begins. So much for being born into a wealthy family and/or have people willing to pay me a 6 figure salary just because of my last name ... which unfortunately for me is not Clinton.

KC is having a nerve attack this morning, claiming that Squiggy is indeed trying to eat one of her newly acquired fishies. I'm having a nerve attack because my quiet reverie was over before it barely even begun. Why the minor child has decided to awaken so early is beyond me. Given the choice, I'd stay in bed until someone forcefully dragged me from it. This by the way was not a choice on the college aptitude test when I had taken it. Evidently there are not a lot of jobs out there that require professional bed sleepers. Unless of course, you count the porn industry which technically does not require any sleeping. So in a round about way we've screwed over our potential to get paid for sleeping.

I'm listening to the weather report this morning, Dave Longley, is predicting some nasty weather for later this afternoon, a possible dusting of 2 to 4 inches. Please ... like we haven't seen worse this winter. As for me, I'm still wondering where the damn groundhog is hiding and whether or not he might be convinced of changing his prediction for the remainder of March.