I'm really uncomfortable and would like to move, but the cat is lying on my back and I hesitate to move him from his perch. He's comfortable, and since cuddling is always on his schedule, I have to take what I can get. Ever heard that joke "Dogs have masters, cats have support staff"?

So far, I've gotten at least a half hour of writing done, made some breakfast, gotten two housemates out the door with lunches and umbrellas and listened to The Current. None of the reports were stellar, with the Madrid "models are too skinny" piece coming in at the most boring. I'd have hoped for a piece on the situation in Hungary, or the upcoming trouble in Moldova and Georgia (Transnistria, South Ossetia and Abkhazia are all conducting or planning referendums on annexation, which are being sponsored by Moscow political and business interests). Nobody seems to be watching Russia very closely, and Putin, the original KGB hardman, knows it.

Back to work, then on to a bit of cleaning and off to a discussion of Buffy and theology.