hoo hoo hoo hoo hoooooooo. What’s that? The noise my kids are making as they march around the living room. Let’s see, it’s twenty after eight, so that means we only have about eleven more hours of incessant, unnecessary noise. I am way too frustrated to be writing today. The sick cat is looking for a place other than the litter box to pee; the baby just spit up on the couch; I’m still in my pajamas; I can’t remember if I took my blood pressure medicine.