I was afraid for about 24 hrs. that history was going to repeat itself. Fuzz went outside yesterday before I had to go to work (6th day, went in at noon). He didn't come home until just a few minutes ago, so almost 24 hrs. outside. For a little while I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost him just like I lost Boo 1 year and 3 days ago.

But here he is now, came in screaming his head off for food, and is now in his window seat I think.

So I am getting better now. Just in time to spend all fragging day running the errands I could have accomplished in a much more leisurely fashion if I wasn't inexplicably working six days.

Stayed up til 2:30 AM last night reading fanfic.

Bought a shredder yesterday to help deal with the paper clutter re this giant overstuffed filing cabinet I call a house. Will get some packing boxes today to begin packing non-essential books. In with all the other dozen things I've got to do today. Like paying property taxes on a house I'm about to sell. Property taxes used to pay for schools for kids I don't personally have. But are they fixing the screwed up pavement on Mack Smith Road that I have to run over every day at least once? No. Are they picking up my garbage for free? No.

That reminds me, the car needs its second oil change. Have had the Honda for a year and a half now, and this is only the second oil change. I've only got about 10,500 miles on it. Okay, yeah, I never go anywhere. But that's because I have nowhere to go.