Long and Windy Post.

I was exhausted when I arrived yesterday, and so after unloading the car I climbed into my jammies and took a nap. Michael snuck a cat under the covers for me to snuggle with. Since they really aren’t supposed to be under there, it was a nice surprise. The look on Scrawny’s face was “Wow! I can’t believe this is happening to me! Wow! Really?! Wow!” Lots of happy noises and purring ensued, and I slept a little better having a kitty with me. I miss Milo something terrible, and as sweet as all Michael’s kitties are, they aren’t him. I have had his face
staring at me like a picture backdrop in my mind’s eye. Everything I do has him in the background. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s part of the way I think, and it can be a big old pain in the butt at times. Like now. I cannot stop seeing him, but I know he is in great hands at MEOW, and has a better chance of getting adopted where people can see him. I just wish he could be here. It’s times like these that I am soooo glad I am not a parent.

We went into town in the evening for a birthday dinner with Michael’s friends. We ate at a Moroccan place. It was interesting. The seating was authentic. Pillows on the floor or low couches. We had a communal hand washing before the meal, and our silverware was bread. There was much laughter, and the food was different than anything I have ever had. I don’t know if I liked it. I think I will need to try it one more time. Strange combination of flavors.

We arrived home late and fell into bed. This morning, the unpacking began. My stack of boxes has been reduced greatly. I hate starting the unpacking process more than I hate any other part of unpacking. Especially in a shared space. I hate making people move there stuff for mine, no matter how much they say they don’t mind. Having things where you want them makes life nice. I hate disrupting that for people I love.

I tend to find I need to unpack everything and quickly put it away, not worrying about whether or not I have found the best place for it all. Then I spend the next couple of months moving things around to fit the way I function in my new space. Michael was a great help today getting things out and up, and making space for me and all my things. He was patient, which I need most right now as I do the processy thing in my head. It is a wonderful thing to have my stuff accessible again. I really hate not having my things. They are a great comfort.

Hopefully tomorrow I can get my computer desk up. That will allow me to unload another ton of boxes. I will cook pot roast and maybe see how well I can make biscuits with rice milk. I have to be to work Monday morning at 6 am, so I will have to be up by 3:30 am. My schedule has changed to Monday thru Friday for this week. I might end up having every weekend off. I don’t know how I feel about that. I haven’t had that since, well...I don’t know. It’s weird.