26 August
This getting up at 7a thing is for the birds. Thank God that The Raccoon comes back today and I can sleep in tomorrow!
Boy, it's raining like a sonovabitch.
And, after I wrote that I decided that I would go to the bathroom, walked into the living room, and stepped ankle-deep in water. My apartment is flooded.
I'm thrilled to say that my floor is warped, so my bedroom and bathroom are bone dry (especially the cat box area--floating poop would have been the cherry on the Charlotte Russe), but the living room/kitchen are covered in every towel, sheet and blanket I own, as well as all of the Callahan's towels.
The outer basement is flooded, too. There's a drain outside my door that was all clogged with leaves, so gallons and gallons of water came in under the door.
The cats are not entirely thrilled. The definition of the word "pussyfoot" is now clear. Pussyfooting is a cat walking on wet towels because that's the only way to get to the catfood!
I just called in flooded. Two days off work in a single week, that's something special!
This is a rather elaborate way of making me mop my floor...
Yay, Stay Tuned is back!
Today's horoscope:
Your moods vary a lot at work today: from totally dedicated to laughing and kicking back. Be aware of when the boss is watching!
One year ago today:
I am trapped in a cloven pine.
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