If A Cat Can Do Handstands. . .

. . . then I can damned well post something.

So. The pregnancy has finally begun to wear on me - and the weather hasn't helped either. I'm tired all the time, my blood sugar level is higher than it ought to be, and I am really, REALLY, starting to have trouble meeting deadlines at work.

On the other hand, we've discovered a new game to play with Bubzilla. When he kicks or shoves, we shove back - gently, of course - and then he responds a couple of seconds later. Magic.

He must like this game because he kicks, shoves, wriggles, and squirms a lot. A hell of a lot.

Now, if Kuklachev the Russian Clown can train a cat to do handstands, you'd think we could teach a pre-baby to sleep at sleep-time. Ha. Sleep, you have become a stranger to me. When did we grow so far apart? Write me sometime, just so I'll know you haven't totally forsaken me.