Cass, my love, I'm so sorry. I am glad having this place gives you a bit of solace.

My house is like a level 4 biocontam zone!

Silly girl, I wish I could come visit to help take care of you! I'm a good cleaner, I have references and everything. And I could dye your hair and make you laugh and take Buffista post dictation.

Today I ate my lunch at the dining room table of the house we're working on, and the two kids (18 mos and nearly 4 yo) sat across and just STARED at me. The mom was very apologetic but I didn't mind, I winked and flirted and made faces. SO ADORBS.

Okay, gotta shower the caustic off, then make dinner and feed the animals and go clean my neighbor's apartment that moved out. Let's just say that the condition of his bathroom and kitchen do nothing to dispel the stereotype of youngish single straight dudes as nast. But hey, he's paying me, so. (Nora, yes, this is D I am talking about)

Xpost with Connie - that totally bites, I hope he finds another option.

(Nora, yes, this is D I am talking about)

Man, I hope his power's back on.

Connie, that does suck. Will you get a reduction in rent? Is it at all feasible to move yourselves?

Incoming ASSCAP bomb -

GODDAMMIT BELLA JUST PEED IN THE BUCKET I KEEP MY RAGS IN. She jumped IN a cleaning bucket and PEED. I have HAD IT with her fucking diva attitude. I think she won't use the litter boxes because they are in the same room as the kittens. Who are in a FUCKING WIRE CRATE and cannot get to her, much less hurt her. Not that they could because they are TINY and TERRIFIED.

I just doused the kitchen in Feliway. After I picked her up and yelled in her face, which will do no practical good but kind of made me feel better.

eta yes, Nora, the power is back on.

I'm hoping he finds something in Salt Lake or he gets a quick line on another job. The only benefit to coming to the house is, well, he has somewhere to live, which is no small thing.

I hate the idea of Hubby moving, because he's in so much worse shape than when we last moved.

I am sorry that the kittens and Bella aren't working out together. I hope the kittens find their forever homes (I really don't like that phrase) soon. They sound adorable. Unless you are Bella and have few ways to express your dissatisfaction that fluffballs have invaded your home.

So now the backroom, which became my room with my computer and genealogy and beading and books has to be cleaned out for him to move into. Yes, it's his house, and he could be saying "I need the house, you need to move,"

What a stress for everyone. I mean, it is his house so his taking the backroom is less than he could ask but hugely stressful all around.

I hope he finds something soon and with a fabulous housing opportunity too.

Dad's MRI is tomorrow morning. Just heard. And an already-scheduled ultrasound on his legs but that is really precautionary and not what I am freaking out over. I am worried about the MRI.

Hilariously, mom just misspelled my name in a text. To my sister and I. Who have the same fucking first name. It was a typo, I am sure. But funny.

Silly girl, I wish I could come visit to help take care of you! I'm a good cleaner, I have references and everything. And I could dye your hair and make you laugh and take Buffista post dictation.

This is very tempting! Do you think Southwest will take a frozen chicken and a half-empty carton of ice cream as payment?

Also...BAD KITTY!

~ma, Cass. Just... ~ma.

Okay, calmer now. I've decided to lavish attention on Bella, who gets slighted because she will only come for scritches if no other pets are around (which pretty much never happens). I'm soaking the stuff she peed on (hey, already in a bucket!), I washed my work clothes while showering via the grape stomping method, litter pans are scooped and one relocated to my bedroom, did dishes, fed them all, and am now feeding myself.

Then I'll fix lunch for tomorrow and prep a slow cooker meal, and hustle next door to clean for an hour or so. Then walk Frankie, quick socialization play with kittens, shower #2, and crash.

I cooked up some tofu for dinner. That should not have me in a flop sweat, should it? Darned high temps and possible hot flashes.

I don't want to go outside. The air is hot and full of smoke and my lungs seize up. Apparently there are health warnings out.