Monday night personal

Whew. Had a long day. Time to chill.

On the way home from work, I stopped off at Home Depot to make a payment, then proceeded home on the bus. Fed the cats and then drove down to the store for some stuff I'd forgotten on my last trip, etc. Then I came home and changed clothes, and as I was doing so, I noticed fresh cat puke tracked all across the bedroom floor and on the sole of one of my shoes. A cat (probably Lucas) had managed to throw up on three (out of four) throw rugs in the bedroom (in addition to the tile floor). So while the stuff was still fresh, I cleaned off my shoe and hauled the rugs to the bathtub and scrubbed and sprayed them clean with the hand-held shower and hung them out to dry. Then I went back and cleaned up the bedroom floor.

The vast majority of the floor area here is bare tile, but nine times out of 10, a throw rug will be involved in a puke incident.

Today is E.'s day off. He called me at work early in the afternoon but I haven't heard from him since (I'd asked him whether he'd bought beer and he said yes). I don't want to call him when he's relaxing with his beer (or whatever he's doing). I'll wait till he calls me. It's his one day off a week, and I'm not going to poke my nose into it. (One Monday night he called from Flanigan's - just down the road from here - and wanted to come over. Bad idea, since I have to get up early in the a.m. to go to work - and he doesn't.) (It didn't happen.)

And the minute I finished writing that, he called, from home (good). He sounded fine. He'd had a few beers and done laundry and is now going to watch a show on Logo (which I don't have on my cable plan).