Well now hula is kicking my butt. We have a “recital” coming up November 26. It’s fundraiser: dinner and dancing. I have three routines to learn. I know most of them, but they aren’t perfect. I’m still sore from Sunday’s hula workshop. I’m hardly moving this morning.

Last night every time my cats woke me up I was singing the songs in my head. Fun. I needed the sleep. The cats kept me up for an hour because two of them decided to chase each other through the house fighting. They like to fight under the bed. All that hissing and yowling…I just know there are tufts of cat hair under there. I don’t know how they fit under the bed. I store boxes of sweaters under there. I suppose I should look under the bed to examine the damage, but I’m afraid to. They have been fighting under there for days.

So you can imagine me barely able to get on the floor shuffling the stuff under the bed so I can vacuum while swearing to the cats. Oh, those aren’t my cats in the photo. There’s no way I would be able to catch my cats fighting on film.

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