Saturday Blues.
The day starts slowly. The Professor didn’t come to bed until 5:00 a.m.. This means I won’t see him until one at the earliest. The first words out of his mouth will be “I’m hungry“. By the time he gets his act together it will be two. By the time we figure out where he wants to go (he won’t eat sandwiches, hamburgers, Mexican, anything with mayonaise, sour cream or yogurt, and has recently taken a disdain to pizza which had been my one tried-and-true stand-by) it’s going to be after three o’clock. We’ll hit the gym, and then it will be after five when we get out. I get to make dinner then, while he plays on the computer. We’ll either rent a DVD or go see a movie, and then it will be time for this Salamander to crawl under her rock again.
Meanwhile, Kitten from Hell plays fetch with me with her current favorite among the fuzzy mice (a grey one, felt tail long since missing, that matches the color of her coat almost exactly). She drops it at my feet, I stop typing long enough to toss it over my shoulder, and she dashes off after it. At least it keeps her away from the bedroom door.
Hah – as soon as I said that she brought a new mouse to me, black with tail intact. She can be as difficult as The Professor sometimes.
There’s got to be more to weekends than this.
(And with that, KfH returns with her grey mouse again. At least she’s found a way to keep some variety in her life.)