Can't think of one (a title)

As the title suggests, I hate thinking of titles. Maybe if I had more coffee that task would not seem so difficult.

I had a long on-going dream last night. The main thing I remember is tending to a small long-haired kitten (looked like a lilac point Himalayan) who kept popping up in my backyard. She would periodically sit on the doormat in front of the sliding glass door, and then run back to the shade of the bushes by the fence, panting as if overheated from the sunlight. Really, that's all I remember.

Went to bed early for some much needed sleep! Got 8.5 hours, which is really good considering everything that is going on. Unlike yesterday, where I felt compelled to work (but dragged my feet while doing so) I feel energized and focused today.  I've all ready done a follow up interview with my grandma, and I completed some stuff for PEAR as well.

Wanted to write more, but I'm distracted by my bowl of oatmeal.