Why can't I sleep late on Saturdays any more? Is this an unforeseen (and even unforetold?) curse of oldness? Bah.
The remote control for our cable box has disapparated. Evidently the cat snuck in an ate it. I say this because none of my children have seen it. My husband swears that I was the last person to touch it. Of course, if this were true, it would be in one of the places I leave it (which it is not). Miss O had a knock-down drag-out tantrum last night because she hadn't had a "tv turn all day." And no remote.
We ended up watching Muppet Show (season two) in my bedroom. With the crisis over, she was asleep within ten minutes.
So, up, with everyone asleep, remoteless, I am watching Lost in Translation.
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