Hurricane Charley is coming——to town!

It rains while you're sleeping,

It rains while you're awake!

It rains no matter what, so stay dry for dryness' sake!

I awoke (if you can call my day's state of attentiveness "awake") this morning to gloom—I think it's safe to say that my brain runs solely on solar energy…and boy do I need a charge!

Pure laziness prevented me from working out this morning, but I set fire to a few calories in the early afternoon to make up for it…and yet, the lassitude endured. My energy gauge was a sorry sight…nearing the position where they appoint an aide to assist you in blinking—darn my dark blonde mane! Everybody who's anybody knows that a copper top lasts longer!

Tonight I treated myself to a new pair of pants from Old Navy…I actually found my size in petite/short (always an advantage for us five-footers) but discovered that they were still too long, heh. Luckily, my charmed existence in this life has led me to acquire useful skills such as sewing. If I had the room for it, I'd still be the master quilter that I was in my youth…OH!—who am I kidding? Those wild days are but precious memories. Youth is wasted on the young.

I hemmed the pants tonight while we watched a movie…I had to take them up three-and-a-half inches! Either I'm getting shorter (Oh, Lord, not that! ANYTHING but that!) or amazons have overthrown the petite clothing industry. I vote for the second.

I have been a little down since a beloved feline friend of mine passed away on Tuesday…there's something very dear about the unconditional love of a pet…and something very heartrending about the loss of such an innocent creature.

Fred took me under his wing at a time in my life when I was feeling very afraid and very alone. He wasn't a cat who trusted easily, which made his automatic affection toward me all the more special. He was diagnosed with FIP, that is Feline Infectious Peritonitis, and he was young. Thank goodness he is no longer suffering.

Well, I'm sitting here bored out of my mind. I like to have eventful weekends. Miles likes to let dust collect on the soles of his feet over the weekend. The two agendas really have nothing by way of common ground.

I finished reading a book that I started (the first 14 pages) Thursday evening, and took care of another today. I'm debating on whether or not to start a third, as three 400ish page books in a period of 2 days seems to be the tell-all for the most lacking of social lives.