Cat + Cold = Laziness

I am writing this propped on our couch, with our Christmas throw, Arwen, and the computer perched on my lap. Arwen does little but sleep on laps these days. And if I'm up and around while the kids are at school, she will meow accusingly at me--not constantly, but the meaning is clear, "Please sit down until another lap comes home."

Unfortunately, with this posting, I will have run out of any possibly useful things to do on this computer, so it's time to abandon the cat and the Christmas throw and get on with life.