My busy husband
I miss him. I like having the house to myself ordinarily, but since his usual schedule gives me free reign of the place until ten o’clock each night, working until eleven means I’m in bed when he gets home, and we don’t get to chat before bed because he’s too wiped out to even function.
And I’ve been doing the dishes (his usual job) to lighten his load, and I’ll do whatever else I can to make things easier for him, but damn. I hate doing the dishes.
I can’t wait until the show opens, and he gets home at ten again. It’s hard to connect when things are so busy.
Plus, I miss my weekly backrub.
But at any rate, today is his day off, and he just called to tell me he’s reorganized the dining room so we can combat the cat pee–carpet problem. He concocted a “rub” of oregano (??) and catnip, and worked it into the carpet. He let it sit for awhile, then vacuumed it up. He said the next time Fergus went sniffing around in that spot, instead of crouching suspiciously over it, he laid down and sprawled out with a blissful expression on his face. Tim’s a genius. And I like it when I have a happy Fergus.