Let's see. Yesterday while I was in the bathroom, Jack (...

Let's see. Yesterday while I was in the bathroom, Jack (the cat), removed two keys from my laptop keyboard. After a frantic search (looking under the furniture with a flashlight and finding lots of lost kitty toys and a large angry Siamese cat (Tasha)) I finally found them under the laptop. This was a relief, since it meant they weren't working their way through Jack's intestines. Also they just snapped back on. (They were the arrow keys at the end of the first row. I guess he was planning to work his way through the whole keyboard.)

I've still been waking up at 4:00 or 5:00 am, just from anxiety issues. Bleh.

A friend let me watch True Detective on her HBO, and wow, I see what everybody means. I've got episodes four and five left, then the three which haven't aired yet. I think my brain may explode waiting to find out what happens.