What a week. P started his new job. It’s nice having him back where I work again. I miss him terribly otherwise.
House comes off the market Monday when our contingency on the house we wanted is released unless some bizarre twist of fate presents us with an offer between now & then. In light of this, we’ve gone to the storage unit to “unpack” a few of the longer term necessaries. Halloween decorations, hair scissors, & CDs, primarily. So far we’ve listened to Purple Rain, the Pogues, we’re in the midst of Nick Cave’s Murder Ballads… it’s been so lovely to have our music back.
Everyone seems to be adapting to the new schedule as well as can be expected. M1 flew oddly off the handle one evening after I’d picked her up fifteen minutes later than she was expecting when I wouldn’t let her go outside because it was dark & cold. Siobhan is nibbling the fur off her belly again with the longer hours in the tent, but that’s nearly over for her, poor baby.
I thought I had something else to say, but I guess I don’t & I hear M2 shrieking for me from the bath. Not sure I want to know what’s going on in there, but I suppose I should go find out…
