Has anyone ever noticed that when you are preparing to make a phone call, that everything sounds perfect in your head… but when the phone is in hand and you actually have to speak everything that you had planned to say escapes from the non-phone ear?

I had to call one of the local TV stations about a pass that I got to a movie screening tonight. In my head, just before I called, everything was just fine: “Hello… My name is… I am calling about…” Picked up the phone, dialed… and then everything after “My name is…” pretty much went *pfft*. I knew what I wanted to say. I knew what I had intended to say. But, in the words of Pink Floyd’s “Learning to Fly,” I was “…tongue-tied and twisted.” Yay.

Cats are funny. At least, Sissy is. She has recently discovered that she likes having her belly rubbed. So, when she comes over for me to pet her, she will stand there for a minute (to get her head and back scratched) and then *PLOP* down on the floor and roll over to get her tummy scratched. Then, she likes to bat at my hand with her hind paws.

She has also learned that she can get my attention by poking her paws through the back of my chair and tapping me on the back. This usually precedes a back-to-belly scratching.

Anyway, back to pre-work prep.

Peace.