Last night Garvin had to rush straight to a rehearsal dinner for SCO-double-tizzle's wedding, so we decided to take separate cars to work. He ended up staying out with the menfolk all Friday while I got to go to Lovell's going away party all by myself in Cleveland Heights. I had a really good time. I don't always get a lot of time to myself, and while I enjoy spending time with Garvin, it was a perfect night to rock out my Pegasus Friday t-shirt at a small bar in a nice part of town, than take a long, beautiful drive home through the city and its ritzier suburbs with my windows down and the mild weather pouring, the Beatles playing on my radio. Also, while at the party there was much conversation about the whole Pegasus Friday thing, and I got to meet a lot of Lovell's co-workers who are all down with the Peg.

It was different at home without him. As much as he seems to think I'm St. Francis with the cats, he really does have a calming effect on them. As soon as they realized that I was the only person home they started knocking stuff over. I'd yell "WHO'S DOING WHAT?" and stomp into the room and then WHAM! Something would fall in the room I'd just left. I woke up with the screen we'd removed from the window for the AC unit on top of me. Someone must have tried to walk the edge and knocked it onto the bed. I'm surprised I slept through it and didn't wake up with little screen marks on my face, but oh well.

The real issue has been my need for endless litany. When someone else is here I chatter at them nonstop. "Hey did you hear that Jamie Spears had her baby? Oh crap, I forgot to pick up a wedding gift. Do you think that there's a difference appropriateness-wise between wearing rubber flip flops or those fake leather looking ones? Should I wear bangs? I like tamales, can we have them for dinner?"

I will say that it was a lot easier to get stuff done this morning. I woke up early, washed every piece of bedding in the house, washed the dishes, gave itchy Steve a bath with some calming oatmeal shampoo for his flea bites, picked up my prescriptions, filled my gas tank, bought some food, got cat food and picked up some hydrocortisone spray for Steve's bitten up areas. Oh, and I partially fixed the bathtub drain.

So I'm feeling pretty good. Aside from the occasional yelling at the animals and the fact that I smell like dog shampoo, vinegar and bleach. Garvin just informed me that he's on his way home now, and I hope he gets here soon, because someone just knocked everything off the shelves in the bathttub and partially took down the curtain. Maybe they got into the liquor cabinet or something?