it was what I kept in my office, but it's not there any more, nor does it seem to be anywhere at home.

Perhaps, like the Alien Afghan that visited my cubicle a few months ago, it has wandered off to visit another part of your office.

Janitors in our office used to move things about randomly. It was frustrating.

It's odd that we have bedclothes, but we don't clothe the bed--we make it.

I seem to recall my grandmother saying "dress the bed" when she was putting new clean bedclothes on it. I don't say that, though. "Making the bed" was straightening up the bedclothes that were already on the bed. I don't say "bedlinens" either. I didn't realize "bedclothes" was an antiquated term, but I guess it is.

"Making your bed" is a holdover from medieval days when you would literally make yourself a bed every night. The mats of straw or feathers would be stored in chests with the blankets and everyone would take them out at night and make their beds on the floor and all sleep in the big main room. Only important people like kings had their own separate sleeping chambers. [I think I read this in Bill Bryson's "At Home".]

Are you sure you are not a cat, Dana?

Alas, poor sweater.

I decided to decline a meeting this morning and sleep another hour. Meeting got cancelled anyway, so that was a great decision.

Ugh msbelle, I hate having to be someone else's alarm.

I don't think I could handle being someone else's alarm. I'd probably be arrested and charged, is what I'm saying.

Ugh. Danced all weekend and now I'm exhausted and haven't gotten home stuff done and don't want to work. Bleh.

Are you sure you are not a cat, Dana?

Um. What are the symptoms?

Do you leave gold and silver sardines on peoples doorsteps?

I might sleep-sardine.

Do you leave gold and silver sardines on peoples doorsteps?

I could use a few more of those.

Do you have fluffy hindquarters?