Welcome to the adjustment period. I miss my solitude. I wish I would’ve stayed home, but I guess that wasn’t an option. “She basically can’t be left alone.” Uh huh. Right. I’m not an invalid, ffs.
My parents are both retired so they’ll be here too often. Mom talks a lot. I already knew this, but I’m out of practice. I’ve diffused one fight already, and wouldn’t you know it, I brought a copy of the Art of War and the Art of Peace with me. I shit ye not. 😉
War must be more important.
Mophead is way overdue for a trip to the groomer. I tried to brush her today, but she went all rabid badger on me. She has small dog syndrome. Gets away with entirely too much because she’s tiny, which has turned her into a tyrant. I don’t fuss over her, in fact, I mostly ignore her. She seems to like it because she spent most of the day lounging on the bed with me. I’m safe and neutral until I come at her with a brush. I couldn’t help it. She looks so skanky and matted.
I don’t know why being here makes me so antsy, or why the time seems to drag impossibly slow. Explain it to me, Einstein.