Just Wonderin' Some More

Did you ever wake up in the morning and you needed some aspirin because it suddenly appears that your neck no longer supports your head when you sleep so all night long you keep waking up to scrunch your pillows to get just the right ratio under your neck versus what is under your head so it doesn't feel like your neck is going to snap and then you think maybe those wooden pillow things that geishas use might be the ticket except you know it would never work because you don't really enjoy sleeping on your back that much although when you did last night it sorta solved the whole head-snapping-off-the-neck problem so then you think that even such a small thing like sleep positions are not immutable and that you're just evolving yet again?

Holy Cats!

I read this article in the NY Times this morning and thought it was charming; until I got to the second to the last paragraph. Oh, fine. Don't read it for yourself. It's all about Pope Benedict being a big cat lover. But right toward the end it says that he couldn't bring two of his beloved cats with him when he moved into his papal quarters.

Excuse me? He's the Pope! Who's bossing around the Pope?

Perhaps our man in Rome, Willym, can shed some light on this for me (since I'm entirely disinclined to work it out for myself). But golly Moses, this goes directly to the apostolic authority thing. What? The Pope can be trusted with the See of Peter but not a couple kitty cats?