I had my first salted caramel mocha frappuccino at Starbucks today after work. Actually, it was an unsalted caramel mocha frappuccino since they ran out of salt. How do you manage to run out of salt? How many more times can I come up with variations on the word salt?

The beverage was glorious. The only improvement that could have made the experience perfect was if the weather was about 10 degrees cooler. But I’m weird like that. I like a little chill in the air to awaken and invigorate my senses. Everything smells better in cooler weather.

Right now, I am in bed and there’s a little torti kitten burrowed under the covers. My old cat Lucy hated to be covered up but Peanut seems to prefer it. It’s funny how different they are yet at the same time they have much in common.

My favorite part is knowing when I go to sleep tonight I can turn off the alarm and not have to wake up at that ungodly hour of 5 am. I still think it should be illegal to wake up before the sun’s out.

Oh, and I always like to have my ceiling fan on when I’m sleeping. Even in the dead of winter. Is that weird?