Today was Talk Like a Pirate Day, but as nobody has been around but the cats it seemed rather pointless to do so. I don't think the cats can tell the difference. It might as well be Talk Like Cary Grant Day, or Talk Like Mae West Day, as far as they care. As long as they get fed, I doubt they care what I sound like. Aarrrrh.
Either there is some sort of irritant in the air or I'm coming down with a cold, as I've been sneezing all evening. Well, I believe it is ragweed season, so I shouldn't be surprised. If we get that rain any ragweed-induced sneezing should go away. If it doesn't, then it's probably a cold and I'll be eating a lot of soup. It's a good thing I stocked up on ramen.
Tuesdays are dull.