As I walked back into the house after seeing Lin out to the truck, I hear a calamity occurring in the kitchen. The cats, in the middle of one of their speed-of-light mad dashes around the racetrack better known as our house knocked over not only the tall stool and the short stool but two of the dining room chairs. I wish I had seen how they accomplished that. I am sure it would have been hilarious.

Since they seem to be winding down for a nap now, I think I will join them. My stomach is not feeling right at all this morning. Blech.