So, a handsome blond fella woke me up for a cuddle at 4 a.m. He was all over me, and he's so cute I couldn't say no to him. Now I'm sneezing, because Higgins sheds like crazy.

This morning I get to deal with the countertop, then if I can find the energy I should make a trip to the mall and see if the shopping pickings have gotten any better. I really am desperate for office clothes, and I'm hoping that all the pseudo-Lilly-Pulitzer fuschia floral cropped pants have been thrown on the clearance racks where they belong. I don't like malls and I don't like shopping and I really don't like not finding anything when I drag myself out in the heat and traffic to do it.

It's nice to know the new cabinets have received the Boris Seal of Approval. He has found his way to the favorite napping spot near the ceiling over the fridge. I'm a little concerned about him jumping up and down before the countertop is in place but there's not much I can do to stop him. Cats are like that. I just hope he tries to be dainty about it.