Cat Power.

I'm watching Project Runway. On my laptop, in the office, not thirty feet away is a post I've started. But, instead, I'm writing this on my iphone.

I'd love to finish my other post, except something has happened tonight that has never happened in the last eleven years (for longer than sixty seconds, anyway).

Our cat Pye is konked out on my lap and has seemed to have forgotten that she believes I am the antichrist.

And because I am so desperate to bask in her approval, I can't interrupt this moment.

Sad, but true.