The day started out so nice. Cool enough I could cuddle in my nest and just not really wake up for hours. Even with the phone ringing, I could answer it, then fall back into my stupor and sleep a bit more.
Then SHE came in. She needs someone to keep Sampson overnight next Tuesday. Okay, she has a good reason, she has to be in the hospital early Tuesday morning, so she’ll bring him in and just put him in the nest beside me, with his cage on the floor. I’m betting she doesn’t pick him up for a couple of days. I have a feeling she got herself into something she wasn’t prepared for when she adopted Sampson. She just doesn’t act like a dog person to me. At least he’s paper trained. Unless he left me a giftie I haven’t found yet during yesterday’s visit.
Okay, I could have said no. But then again, I couldn’t. I’ll just have to make a dog friendly meal in my crock pot Monday night.
Things were going okay for a few hours, until I came to my computer. The computer’s behaving, but my chair and the desk are challenging each other for domination of space here. The desk is losing. And so is everything around it. So right now I’m sitting here with the keyboard in my lap, the mouse wherever I can find a spot for it, and my chair acting nonchalant. Like it’s not going to be replaced and turned into junk itself in a few weeks.
We did get a little more information about the renovation of the building today. Half of the people on one side of the building will be moved out while that side is renovated, then the people from the other side will be moved into the newly renovated side while that side is renovated. Then the people from the side that were moved out will be moved back in. I don’t like that plan. If my side is renovated first then I should be moved back in to my same address, while the other side is done and they should move out instead of moving into my apartment while I’m out for a year or more. Or if the other end is done first, then I should get to move back to my original apartment when it’s finished. Hmmm, that made more sense when I was the one who would be out for the year. Okay, there’s an empty apartment on this floor. I’ll take it for the short run. That should make them happy. Just trying to keep from having to fill out the change of address forms. They are a real pain.
Hurtin’ fer certain right now, so gonna go.