I have just finished playing the cats into a state of fatigue and all is quiet in the house. Nothing works better for cat control than wearing the little suckers out.

Nothing much going on around here. I just finished reading my usual news, and there’s nothing much to report except for this:

“How’s your boy?” Bush asked, referring to Webb’s son, a Marine serving in Iraq.

“I’d like to get them out of Iraq, Mr. President,” Webb responded, echoing a campaign theme.

“That’s not what I asked you,” Bush said. “How’s your boy?”

“That’s between me and my boy, Mr. President,” Webb said coldly, ending the conversation on the State Floor of the East Wing of the White House.

Look, Mr. Tin Pot President, you asked the man a question, and he gave you an answer. Sorry it wasn’t the one you were looking for. How rude … “that’s not what I asked you.” Gah!

Closer to home, my cell phone is behaving oddly again. This morning, my alarm, set for 6 am, didn’t go off. It finally went off at 1 pm. I reset the alarm for 1:30 pm, to see if it would work correctly. It went off at 2 pm. This is unacceptable. Maybe it’s time to buy a real alarm clock. I told Lin about it, and he said his phone (the same model as mine) had been screwing up with the alarm too. This is a little weird. Two phones that have led dramatically different lives and are totally different ages behaving oddly in the same way at the same time. I’ve now set it for 2:30 pm. We’ll see if it manages to go off at the correct time or not. If not, we may have to go get an alarm clock tonight.

I’m sure I should be doing something, like the dishes or mopping the floors, but I’d rather crochet. I got some cute patterns for little animals, and I am itching to make some. Naturally, this means I will be going to the other room to crochet rather than fussing with the house. The housework isn’t going anywhere.

See, this is why I’m not babbling as much as usual. I got nothing much to talk about. I could tell you all about how my mom broke her printer, but that would be almost as boring as anything else I might say, so I’ll spare you.