  My cat is evil. There's no other explanation. He must hate me and, now, I severely dislike him. If it weren't snowing last night, I might have thrown him outside. He woke me up at 2:30 am scratching on some boxes that we have set aside for Salvation Army to pick up on Saturday. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Spray, spray, spray with the water bottle. Doesn't really deter him much. He just hides behind the bedroom door and waits for me to lie back down and then starts all over again. My friend, Olivia, suggested a bitter apple spray they carry at the pet store. I'm all for it, let me tell you. He kept me awake for an hour last night. I had just enough time to fall asleep and wake right back up to Chris's alarm at 4:30 am.
Fantastic. On the other hand, it snowed overnight. Boy, did it ever! New York City covered in snow - it's a beautiful sight. At first. As long as you remember not to stand too close to the buildings. Melting snow/falling ice from 50-odd stories up scares the hell out of you if you're not expecting it. It's also startling when it smashes into the windows of the 36th floor on its descent. 
