Friday Evening

And I’m with­out my sam­bear. POUT!

He’s still at work. I’ve got­ten VERY spoiled because this is maybe the sec­ond or third time that’s hap­pened with his cur­rent job. When he was at VNHS, it was a con­stant thing. I did­n’t like it, but I was used to it.

I have the house whol­ly to myself. That’s unusu­al! shad­owkatt is off for a Girl Scout camp­ing trip. curiousmay9 isn’t home yet. Even the cats are being fair­ly quiet.

That reminds me. Ear­li­er today, I heard some­thing fall. I called to ask shad­owkatt if she was okay, and Shel­ley respond­ed. In fact, she gave me an ear­ful regard­ing the fact that she is NOT all right and that things will not ever be “right” again as long as she must deal with those three fur­ry beings out there.

I’m so glad that we’re get­ting unpacked. I want to wave a mag­ic wand and have the unpack­ing, repairs, and addi­tion to the house all done. No wand at hand, unfor­tu­nate­ly. But we are mak­ing progress. I walked into the kitchen this morn­ing to see COUNTERS! Actu­al counter space, all clear and avail­able thanks to sam­bear’s efforts.

I think we’ve found and unpacked all of our kitchen box­es. curiousmay9 has­n’t even start­ed to pack her kitchen stuff, though!

I need to do aca­d­e­m­ic stuff all week­end. I just can­not think in a mess—and a half-unpacked home is a mess, no mat­ter how you look at it.

But we do have a work­ing LAN. We have a work­ing wash­er and dry­er, phone, dish­wash­er, and a dis­pos­al that works most of the time (it seems a bit tetchy). curiousmay9 got some sort of tool that she intends to use in an attempt to clear the slug­gish drain in our show­er, too.

Jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for cell phones #472: You nev­er know when you might need to call your house­mates to find out where the pop­corn is.

Hey—the fan­cy new microwave does­n’t have a pop­corn but­ton. Is that even legal?

This has­n’t been an incred­i­bly good day. I haven’t got­ten any­thing done, but I’m exhaust­ed. I think that has a lot to do with the fact that I did­n’t actu­al­ly take my meds when sam­bear woke me up to do so. When I did tru­ly wake up, I HURT! I did­n’t want to move, but my blad­der made sure that I did, in fact, leave the bed. I will take my meds in the future when I’m awak­ened to do so, even when I don’t want to bother.

Cur­rent Mood: 🙁drained
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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