Post 2132 - Where Did The Day Go?

Well, I didn't go anywhere today.  Cooked my world-famous French toast for Patricia and me.  Made coffee.   The only drawback was that the French Maid uniform she has forced me to wear while preparing her meals was in the wash, so I had to wear the corset instead.   Very chafing.  I don't know how women manage it.

We watched some television today as well.  When not doing that, Patricia was in the kitchen, where I pointed out the other day she belongs,   We decided on Friday to have our Thanksgiving dinner today.  We had planned to have it at the cottage.  But on Friday, I said something about my not going to the cottage this time.  The price of gas is moving rapidly toward the ionosphere, with only occasional perambulations in other directions.  Rather than take 2 vehicles there and return on Monday while Patricia remains at the cottage for the balance of the week, I thought it might be better if I didn't go at all.  She agreed, but wonders who will sit on the lawn tractor for 2 days straight mowing the damned lawn.  Well, it won't be me.  Maybe the next door neighbor, freshly retired and still in good shape, could mow her lawn.  He might even undo the top two buttons on his golf shirt.  Hubba hubba.

The cats have only fought sporadically today, perhaps sensing in some way that they will be separated for several days, which would indicate to them that they should grow to respect one another.  Or maybe they'll just have a big row next weekend.  Probably the latter.

So, I will be on my own for nearly a week.  I can pee with the door open.  I can take the bread slices from the middle of the bag, bypassing the ones I don't want to eat.  And maybe, just maybe, I will ignore Patricia's entreaty regarding the position of the toilet paper in the washroom.  Dammit, I may even have the roll unwrap in a downward motion.

I won't entirely be on my own.  Newbie will be with me.  Together we will ... well, I'm not sure what we'll do.  I have got to finish transcribing the latest interview.  Long overdue.  My fault.  And I would like to take a stab at the Clive Schaefer interview from 2009.  I still think I can salvage it.  I also  have some cleaning up to do.   Which doesn't mean I'll do it.  I am simply acknowledging the fact that there is stuff to be cleaned up.  And... the dishes.  Oh, my stars and garters, the dishes.  Maybe I can train Newbie to lick them for me, thereby cleaning them, so that I can just put them away.  Patricia will never notice the subterfuge.

Anyway, that was my Saturday.  How was yours?

And, what are you wearing, anyway?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy