A Nightly Ritual that is Growing More Comical by the Day, Although Not As Amusing for Mimi Sue. Karal's Invasion of Nightly Space

A few years ago, my mother began sleeping in the living room, as lying in her bed was too painful, and her living chair is the only location where she can rest for the evening. Around 8 pm, she goes into her bedroom to put on her pajamas, and for the last week, this is exactly the time that Karal moves from lying beside Papi Butch on the couch over to her chair. Dad and I watch her swirl around a few times and then get very comfortable. Two nights ago, she even managed to get under the blankets left by my mom.

As mom returns in her PJs, Karal has taken to lying her head at the side of the chair, knowing she only has a few seconds left before she will get the boot. It doesn't stop her from trying, though, and each night she attempts to get the best seat in the house. 

Of course, when I go to bed, she wanders to sleep at my side as she's mastered the way to get as close to me as possible without pushing me completely of the mattress. It's close, but I usually catch myself before falling. 

I have failed to make meatballs. I wanted spaghetti, but the warm temperatures cured that, so I wanted steak and salad, instead. Perhaps if it stays cooler this morning I can think about making the meatballs using the recipe my parents have used for years (the secret is hot sausage in the hamburger meat). ah, but I have chicken to cook, too, and a return home is around the corner.

Yesterday, I got a few projects turned in and worked on our yearly Merit application where, alas, there is never anything other than standard merit, even though many of us prove our success over and over again. They like to keep us filling out the paperwork, even when we'll hear that there's no extraordinary merit to give. It does give me opportunity to reflect on the year that just was, though. 

Temperatures going back up. Woot Woot. Keep them going that way.