If you're not paying attention when you put them back in after washing, it's pretty trivial to get them in the wrong way round.

Washing, eh?

Well, if you don't cook or bake, not so much need to clean the related implements.

They were that way when I moved in. I keep meaning to change them, but then I never remember until I open the preheated oven door.

I use the oven quite frequently! Granted, the item being cooked is usually on a piece of foil, but still.

I just ended up taking a nap. And I had a really creepy dreams.

I've had trouble sleeping for the last several days and the ick factor has been increasing steadily. I really want this to stop. It's beginning to make insomnia look attractive.

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Depp + Spike just went nice places in my mind...

Daniel's ceiling has sparklies in it.

Harvey has already lost a toy mouse under the stove.

Both cats have come back from house explorations with dust bunnies on them. hee. I told Daniel he should spray them down with End Dust and chase 'em around.

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Daniel drove most of the way of the way. Poor guy. I figured that I could drive 2-3 hours at a time, spelling him a bit, and letting him get a nap while still continuing on the way. Turns out, I could only keep my eyes open for an hour at most, and several times I took the wheel only to zone out within half an hour. After less than a day on the road, I was begging for a bed. So we stopped in Tucumcari, NM, where there was a power-outage that lasted for 4 hours. It had been in the triple-digits during the day, so that long without A/C was unpleasant for me, and torment for Dan.

We almost lost Sammie at a rest stop. Thinking that they were getting cool with the travel thing, I made the mistake of taking both cats out by myself. We were hanging around at a picnic ramada off at the end of the pet-walking area, which seemed out of the way and not occupied. After a few minutes of cats sniffing things and walking about a bit, we were surprised when a family with small children came walking up to the ramada. Naturally the children yelled "Kitties!" and started toward us. Naturally the cats ran in panic. Harvey's leash got caught in a bush. Sammie got to the end of hers, and started flipping around in a horribly panicked way. She got free of the harness and took off running. Toward the highway.

Fortunately, the observant, quick-witted man Sammie was going to run past in her flight blocked her way. She ran back up toward the building with the bathrooms, and other people made a perimeter around her, which caused her to freeze long enough for me to approach her. I got hold of her, and took her back to where Harvey and her harness were waiting. Held myself together long enough to get back to the van with them, then cried until Dan came back out. He'd been checking email and posting, I think. After Dan came out, I cried even more. And several times after that.

Daniel was sooooo good to me on the road. He made a nice meal for me at the motel, and so many other thoughtful things. Then he was so comforting about Sammie. I gots me a good guy.

Miss Cass, I have a theory as to just what that place might be...

Wow, Andi, I'm glad nothing happened to Sammie. Poor, traumatized kitty, and owner!

I think my heart would still be pounding, Andi.