Brian fell asleep early last night on the loveseat. I watched some "Alien Shit" as we call them (shows about extraterrestrial beings), volume low, and played a little Candy Crush, surfed a little internet on my tiny Kindle Fire.
About 8:55, I came back to the office and buzzed over to Meh.com, where I was hoping to score a Fukobukuro (it's their second birthday today). Refresh, refresh, refresh, new product comes up, it's a Fuko, I nabbed one. Turned off the computer and went back into the family room.
I went to bed around 9:30, leaving Brian fast asleep. He slept out there all night. He's feeling much better today, all of the sleep he got yesterday helped.
We even had a laugh at breakfast. Yesterday afternoon, while he was sleeping, the company phone line rang and he woke up from a deep sleep to answer it. He was clearly not thinking straight (or talking straight) to the guy on the other end of the line. This morning we were wondering if the man thought there was something wrong with Brian, because of his confusion. Drunk or drugs? "Gee, do I want to do business with this company?" Yeah, we laughed.
I spent the twenty-five bucks that's been in my wallet for months on delivery pizza. Brian didn't like the way it sounded at first, but I said "I bet if I order it, you'll eat it". About a half hour later he said "yeah, go ahead". We ate around three, no dinner. He did some stuff out in the shop, then shut down early, turned off his computer and that was pretty much it for him for the night.
I have some card pictures I want to post, cards I made last month. Now that they've been delivered, I can do that.
I really need to take a shower. My bathroom is mine again, the food bowl has been picked up, the same with the water bowl. No more pee pads in the corner, pads we changed out a couple of times a day. Not that they always worked, if she got too close to the wall or tub, the urine ran down the wall and under the pad. Always fun to clean up.
But no clean up in over twenty four hours now.
Brian is concerned that Sammy misses the steps in the bedroom. "He doesn't like the step stool. I'll leave it for a couple of days, then maybe bring in the steps we used in the other room and just put them alongside the bed. They won't bother me."
Brian loves his kitties.
Right now, he's doing quotes. I think he'll be okay.
Sleep helps the healing process.
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