Update on My Day

In case you’re wondering, this is what I usually do, all day, just on Facebook.

So it’s 5:45 PM, and the plumber is not yet, here.  Drew’s flight has been pushed back to 6:03, now, and that’s assuming that they can get the plane to a gate.  He should have been here with me, by now.  It’s a conspiracy to keep me completely isolated.

I had my fill of the cat, and put him outside for the evening.  He often starts harassing me just before 6:00 PM, which is when I give him his canned food.  His dry food is always full.  I refuse to give him the canned stuff before 6:00 on the dot.

The days must be starting to get shorter, because he’s harassing me earlier and earlier.  Today he started at about 4:50.  More than an hour before dinner time!   If it was just the meowling, I think I could live with it, but then he starts scratching on my chair to get my attention.  He has a kitty tower covered in carpet, a cardboard scratching surface, and a nylon bag that he loves and we were going to toss so we let him have it.  But no.  When he decides it’s dinner time, he takes it out on my chair.  So he’s outside, now, and will remain outside until the repair guy arrives.

In other news, I have one nude bra to go under my favorite white blouse.  Today, the wire penetrated and stabbed me in the armpit.  So I cut the wire out of the other side, and now my nude bra has floppy sides.

Now it’s 6:16.  Plumber is still not here.  Drew’s finally on the plane.  Flight Tracker says it departed at 6:03.  I’m not going to hold my breath.  Hopefully he’ll be home sometime around 9:30-ish.  Hopefully the toilet in our bedroom bathroom will be flushing by then.