It is brick* outside! (*Brick; means super-cold. Phrase used by our receptionist, Linda.) I'm running out of winter clothes. Monday, I had the t-shirt with the button down thing going. Tuesday it was the Old Navy Sweater. And Wednesday I had a green thermal long sleeve with a polo over that. I'm kind of stuck for Thursday. Developing story.

I want to say thanks to all the people on my message board, my brother George and all the people I work with for their support about yesterday's diary -- pretty cool to hear from everyone like that. I call that the power of the diary. Thank you.

With my recent heating outage, my cats had to bear the worst of it. They were stuck in my 40 degree apartment for 48 hours. To repay them i thought I'd do something nice and buy them a cat bed. They sleep where they want to but it might be nice to see if they'd go for a bed. I went to a cat boutique and looked around and saw a nice little bed. It was round and had that sherpa-like material inside. So I picked it up and the damn thing was $38 bucks! For some foam and some cloth, I couldn't believe it. The bed that I sleep on now isn't worth $38 bucks. I know, I'm living the sweet life. But that's pretty steep for a cat bed. Seriously, I just looked down and one of them (I won't say which one) and they were licking themselves. So I guess they don't really need a bed anyway. It can't be that hard to please them, ha.

In an unrelated story I just bought $38 worth of scratch-off tickets. Ha ha -- see what I did?!

Sweet Lord, I'm talking about my cats. Somebody stop me!

I think that's all I have today. I have to start shopping for the best return policies on big-screen TV's for my annual Superbowl party this year. I'm looking into setting a new size record by "purchasing" a 60-inch set. You have to set goals, otherwise what's the point?

Stay gold,

Bob