My worst symptom is most definitely sleepiness. Caffeine doesn't help; which is a good thing because I know I should cut down. I keep snoozing at inappropriate times. I have a 35 minute commute to work; I hope I don't nod off while I'm driving.

An amusing story: two weeks ago about $500 in cash came up missing from the DZ's till. We searched everywhere for it, but couldn't figure out when it disappeared. Our manifest person, Stacey, was beside herself because she remembers putting it in the strongbox, but no one could recall if it actually made it home or went missing while we were out at the DZ. It was especially upsetting because if it were stolen, that would have meant that one of the people who was out at the DZ on Sunday night took it but none of them struck us as someone who would have done that. It's upsetting to think a friend would do that.

So Jon was packing a parachute on the living room floor Wednesday, and spotted the cash on the ground, hiding behind our entertainment console. Using deductive logic that would have made any CSI team proud, he realized what had happened:

The money made it home in the strong box. He usually sets the box down in the computer room floor next to his desk. He must have opened it to get something out and left it open. The cash was held together by a rubber band; Big Fat Kitty just looooooves rubber bands so he must have filched the cash out of the box to play with it. He finally managed to bat it under the console and left it there.

Heh! We have a cat burglar in the house! Ha! Hahahahaha! Heh. Eh. I thought it was funny.

He's never stolen money before. Usually he finds pens and hides them underneath the refrigerator. We found around 2 dozen pens underneath the one in our old house when we were getting ready to move.