A weirdo day; no charge for the fleas!!!

Oh, it was one of those days. First opened my eyes at 4:57. Hell, no! I somehow (magic?) managed to close my eyes and didn't wake up until a rearrangement of those numbers more pleasing to the body and mind, namely 7:45. What a relief. Mind you, because SuM had gone back to work after vacay and S. still being away, the quiet and stillness in the house was really strange.

I read my Swedish funny book for a while. I'd texted SuM whether she'd like me to give the cats lunch as I'm the only one here. She appreciated that, so I went hunting for wabbits cats! Two were naturally easy to find; Grumpy was nowhere to be seen, so I guessed he was outdoors. After lots and lots of calling, he finally came in. I always praise him for (finally) doing that and petted him. At the time, I had NO idea.

When SuM came home, she dropped by and said she had to take Grumpy to the vet - IMMEDIATELY - (you do get an idea of where I'm going here, right?) because He. Had. Fleas. Ick-ick-ick. One of the fortunate mysteries of cross-species interactions: that fleas don't jump to people. Good thing that SuM has the necessary eagle eyes.

Anyway, after the usual TV, I dozed off and just woke up a little while ago. I'd sent an email to Brian after 8 about vacays, but didn't receive any reply. Sigh. I think I'm going back to my droll Swedish book, then.