The house is almost clean. The living room is pretty well done - the cage is disassembled and hidden away, all the ferret toys are gone (even the box with 20lbs of rice in it), and all the floors are swept. The man-cave is tidier; the only worry we have is that he’ll come in and say “Move everything away from the walls because it’s a fire hazard.” Should that happen, I plan on telling him to take his fire hazard and shove it up his pale Polish ass, because if he wants to discuss violating fire code I’ll be more than happy to bring up the fact that he won’t give us a key to unlock our front door to the local police/fire station, since they’re about 2 blocks away.

My oral presentation went fine. We also had a quiz today, which I completely forgot about but probably aced anyway. And, in a fit of complete stupidity I put my shirt on backwards this morning, just noticing it while Eddie and I were in Stop & Shop tonight. Eddie’s been offered overtime tomorrow, but with only 1 car I’m still debating about whether or not I want to get up at the asscrack of dawn and drive him down there for 5am. I could come home and sleep (doubtful - who wants to go back to sleep for just an hour anyway?), or put some finishing touches on the housecleaning to get that out of the way tomorrow rather than Wednesday, or work on some of my crochet.

I came home this afternoon, drove around the block once to verify if Comrade was home, and then parked in front of the house once I knew he was gone (he makes me very, very nervous, to the point where I will avoid going outside if he’s out there so I don’t need to talk to him). I ran inside, packed up some food for Pickle, peed, packed up Pickle inside one of my purses, and bolted. Of course, in the span of the 5 minutes that I was in the house, Comrade pulled into the driveway and was messing around somewhere, which meant that I had to take off even faster than intended because if I had met him in the driveway or stairway I’d have to explain what my purse was writhing around and jiggling on its own. Thankfully he was nowhere to be seen and I drove up to Burger King and put Pickle in her carrier. She’s currently at my mother’s house for at least tonight. Poor girl. I’d like to bring her home tomorrow if possible - I supposed we could leave a note on the door telling him to come in while we’re not home and we could have dinner at Mom’s tomorrow and bring the furry home later that night, but that would require us to know for certain that he’s checked things or risk bringing her home and having to sneak her out again because he hasn’t inspected.

Eddie just too off to the grocery store to cash in a jar of change, and I think I heard him outside talking to Comrade. I’m not sure though, and I can’t find my phone to call and find out.