Finding the Blessing, Part 2

For anyone who follows my overly-melodramatic stories about my health:

After a single day of rest, I feel fine. This in itself is a blessing; when I catch a bad cold, it normally knocks me out for five days. Only a day of nasty symptoms is so unusual for me, I can't remember the last time it occurred.

So I'm fine. Stop worrying. Go out there and change the world. Or at least the bed sheets.

Observations on a Sunday morning

I just tried to listen to my cats' heartbeats using a stethoscope. I couldn't hear it; any heart sounds were drowned out by the sound of purring.

Instead, I spent the time petting both my cats at once. Not a bad way to hang out on a Sunday morning.

Of course, the logical conclusion is that since I can't hear their hearts beating, I must have zombie cats. Those of you who've met my cats will realize that this explains a lot.