Also, insent.

Insent to where, sj? I've checked all of my e addys and I don't see anything from you. Can you resend?

I was freezing so I decided to read in bed. Where the heating blanket lives. My body decided that I needed a nap. Must've been all that fretting over hooking up the router that wore me out.

Thanks for the congrats!

Good job Nicole!! If you find yourself in Maine one of these days itching to practice your newfound skills, do I ever have a project for you!

Sorry I haven't been checking in - I should be back now. Also sorry this post is so long.

P'shaw, Gris. You people and your silly apologies. Poor thing. I hope the rollercoaster ride you've been on begins to resemble the kiddie version for a good while.

It's just wet and windy here, Laura.

Gentle weather ~ma, Ginger.

If you find yourself in Maine one of these days itching to practice your newfound skills, do I ever have a project for you!

You betcha. What router do you have?

Thanks, y'all.

Windsparrow, the smell is pretty much gone, thankfully. The nice thing about going away for two days immediately AFTER cleaning the fridge / filling it with many open boxes of baking soda was that it mostly got better while I was gone. But I'll remember that vanilla trick!

Hey, Lilty!!!

Insent to where, sj? I've checked all of my e addys and I don't see anything from you. Can you resend?

Insent to the adress that begins "to", resent to your other non-work address.

{{Gris}}

Insent to the adress that begins "to", resent to your other non-work address.

Heh. I sometimes forget about that one. Sorry! Between the yahoo and the gmail and the two aol accounts, I really need to stop creating email addys. I'll be on y!im in a sec.

Yay for all the organizing! I've been doing that too, finally having the time to really get into it. I'm moving from one end (the north) of my apartment to the other (the south), fixing, cleaning, moving, spiffying.

I got sidetracked on Friday by an event that has me so sad and tired, I'm not sure what if anything I should do about it.

Fela came over in the evening...after being very sweet and active and engaged in ways that seemed like he was attempting to make false my unspoken feelings about him being a good friend but a lousy boyfriend. I was really, really enjoying myself.

But Friday, he seemed really disengaged and tired. Puffy eyes, droopy demeanor. At one point, he behaved almost dangerously tired and I worried about his driving home in the rain. He vowed that he was okay and described his strategy for staying awake until he got home.

Then, HE suggested that he call me when he got home so that I would not worry. Now, I have to be clear here that I work very hard to NOT be a clinging gf. But, since he mentioned it, I was truly relieved that he would offer.

He lives 10 minutes away.

2 hours later, I started to really worry. I called him a couple of times on his cell phone until I realized that his cell phone was in my house. So, I switched to calling his landline. No answer. No email (he has cable, so not tied to the landline). No call from a stranger's phone.

Nothing.

In the middle of the night and the next day, I called DC and VA cops, hospitals and checked traffic accident reports on the net. I then called the test prep company he works for to find out if he showed up for work. No joy.

Finally, traveled across town to the building where his classes are held. I had to beg two people to let me in.

Walking down the hall, I heard his voice. A flood of relief. Then, an almost uncontrollable urge to walk outside and throw his cell phone down the sewer. Or to Scarlett my way into his class and embarrass him in front of his students. (I would never in a trillion years actually do such a thing, but in the 25 minutes I waited for his class to end, I certainly thought about it more than once.)

I was choked with anger and helplessness. How could he be so thoughtless? if it had been any other night, I would have been fine, but with the symptoms of overtiredness (which may have been melodrama, I don't know) and rain, I had more reason than usual to be watchful.

How could he NOT call me in the morning before leaving for work...even if he'd flaked out and had some uncontrollable fit of narcolepsy the night before?

Instead, he apparently did errands on the way home. Must not have been too tired, eh? And then 'forgot.'

I still don't want to talk to him...and fear I may never again.

Oh, Beej, that just plain sucks. {{{Beej}}}

Does fella have a habit of acting all Nutty Professor and just forgetting stuff or getting caught up with other things? (Not that that's an excuse, at ALL, I'm just wondering if this is sort of normal behavior for him.)

{{Beej}} That was far from thoughtful behavior on Fela's part.