I fell asleep during Conan O’Brien’s show last night, and Eddie wasn’t home yet; I did feel him in bed at one point though, so I know he did make it home. Today he’ll be leaving work whenever the inventory people count his department. He could be home now, he could be home at the normal time. We just don’t know. What we do know is that tomorrow he gets out at noon, which gives us plenty of time to get lunch and/or dinner before we go to the Journey concert. He also has Thursday off, and only works until 3pm on Friday. It’s a good schedule. Thursday we’re going to get my hair cut, because it desperately needs it, and later in the week we go and get my prescription filled.

Pickle has decided that since just climbing around the baseboard heaters doesn’t freak my out much anymore, she’ll wedge her ass underneath them. *sigh* Sooner or later she’ll be too big to do that sort of shit, and I won’t need to worry about it anymore. She’s also stolen a keychain out of my makeup bag - a heavy rubber one with a miniflashlight on the end. She’s got it in her cage right now, dragging it around on the plastic floor. Anything that stops her from chewing the bars is a good thing though.

The check we mailed out last week for Eddie’s new and improved greencard was cashed yesterday, so any day now we’ll hopefully get a notice that things are underway. Yay! I sent him a text message asking him to pick up a another USB cable so I can set up ferret cam. It pisses me off that I know that I’ve got 30ft of them in the house and have no idea where the fuck they ended up when I took down kitchen-cam.