Get Up, Get Out

I am alone at work today. Let the party begin. El Jefe was here for a little while but she has an all-day, off-site meeting (and yes, it should be La Jefa or something but it has been a long time since Spanish class) and so it is just me. Our cleaning guy came in, we spoke and then he locked back up and left. That will probably be the last bit of face-to-face contact I have in the building today.

I have some actual work I can get done and then there’s the homework I have for class to do today but goofing around on the computer has my attention right now. Last night for the last 30 minutes or so of class we broke into our groups and discussed our group presentations. My group is the last group to go and we are so laid back about it to the point that no one has thought about the presentation in weeks. We all promised to actually review our articles and formulate some thoughts so we can discuss next week. We spent plenty of time talking about how tight Bourne movies are and the languages our Sudanese classmate speaks (Arabic, English, Greek).

The new cat, Simon, is at the vet right now getting a check-up. We’re pretty positive he’s already been neutered as the boy parts are ridiculously small–so small we thought he was a she (which I know is statistically low because of the orange color). I hope he’s healthy and the vet gives us some tips on what to do about the burr-infested tail. He likes being brushed but the tail is evidently a magnet to burrs and other sticky items so we’ve sort of left that alone.

Simon immediately got into the cat bed we got him at PetSmart last night. I wasn’t sure how he’d take to it since we’ve never had much luck in getting cats to do anything we’d like them to do. But he got right in the bed and slept there for most of the night. I hope he’ll continue to sleep in it because I have a feeling it will help with containing the hair. Yeah, I know, there is no controlling cat hair. As soon as we let him roam around the house, that’s it. I’ll be picking orange and white hair off my clothes from then on.

Before Leon died I was always blaming him for the white hair all over my clothes. Then he died and I was still finding hair months later. I realized those white hairs were mine. Ooops, poor dead kitty, I was blaming you for my own shedding.

Best get back to work; the evil overlords may be able to see me.