What time is it?

Do you really need to know? Me neither. But apparently, the kid does. J keeps telling her every few minutes. And the kid keeps sleeping.

I like to sleep--I do it a lot. But then, my job starts and ends with J getting up.

Today, the phone rang a lot. At least one of the phone calls was a good one, though. J got all excited and then she started pacing and laughing. She paces all the time on the phone. When her sister was here, she said it's how J stays small. She walks when she talks. Sometimes it makes the cat nuts and he attacks her legs. It doesn't stop her, but it's pretty fun watching her tap dance around the cat while talking.

Well, now the kid's up. She's not worried about the time, though. J just told her that it was fine because only one of them had a time-clock to worry about. J's already at her job--she just needs to do something.

For the last few days, J hasn't really typed into the machine much. She's been a little sad and she talked to Aim on the phone a few times. I don't like J being sad, but she hugs me a lot then. I like that part.

Okay, the kid's getting ready to go and we're (Me, J, and both cats) all piled on the couch. I like it this way. J's got a cup of coffee and the rest of us are going to sleep now that nobody keeps calling out what time it is.

I'll come back later. Tomorrow...some other time.

Cosmo