It is just past 11pm. This week's "The Walking Dead" is over. Newbie was next to me on the bed, until he jumped off and hacked up a fur ball. I cleaned it up. It was a huge one this time. Nice and juicy. Yum yum.
I didn't get up until noon again this morning. I don't know what it is about me and weekends. My body just shuts down Friday night and doesn't really re-animate until Monday morning, and only then fitfully. Is it time to retire yet? No? Crap!
Uh, oh. Newbie is licking himself again. I can see another fur ball in my future.
Tomorrow I get up, in just over 6 hours, and confront another week at work. At least I can go to work knowing that the issue in my basement has been resolved. The dehumidifier and shop vac are both doing their jobs. Already, the area that was once soaked, an actual puddle, is nearly dry as a bone. By the time I get home from work tomorrow, it should be fully dry. Then I can move the units into the laundry room and have them do their thing. Lastly, we will have to look at the jute carpeting in the recroom and see what areas requirement some remediation. It's not all good yet, but getting better.
Newbie is next to me on the bed. He is giving me that looking that said he enjoyed hacking up the fur ball and was looking forward to producing lots more in the near future. Bastard. Maybe I will hack up a fur ball of my own and leave it for him to clean up.
Looking forward to Friday. A long-delayed interview conducted more than a year ago will resume that evening with fresh material. It will only be awesome.
Guess I'll turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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