CALL ME SNAKE

I stayed home from a weekend trip to Maine, despite advice to the contrary from Ray of Car Talk (and subsequent advice from Guttersnake), in the hopes of catching up on some work and catching up on some sleep. Last night, I stayed up late watching a crummy movie on DVD, but with the kids gone I figured I could finally sleep in. No such luck. At 6:59 a.m., I got a call from a well-meaning neighbor who found our cat, Sunshine, wandering the hood, as is her custom (she’s an outdoor cat, for ____’s sake!). This person was hanging on to Sunshine in case she was lost. Which meant I had to dress and retrieve the wayward feline right then and there from a nearby park. And all hopes of sleeping in were dashed, as were any hopes of making inroads on my prodigious sleep deficit. When it comes to sleep, I never get a break. Which probably makes me the biggest sucker in town.