Friday morning I was getting ready in the bathroom when Dodo walked in and meowed persistently. I finally stopped and inquired as to his needs. He meowed again, looking up at me as though passing some dire information on to me telepathically. I looked down and noticed vomit on the inside of his cone. “Oh, no, you threw up,” I said, wiping him. I looked around to see where he’d thrown up. That was weird, cuz it’s not like he’s gonna have hairballs to cough up when he can’t lick himself with the cone on. I saw a little pile of vomit with pink sticking out. Great. He’d swallowed, and now hacked up, some ribbon that I’d been wrapping my gifts with the night before. I cleaned that up, got dressed, and with my arms full of presents that I was bringing to work, rushed toward the stairs…and stepped in a cold pile of vomit. I was grossed out, took a step back, and my other foot was christened with another pile. I stopped and just screamed. So I cleaned that up, as well as another pile IN his cat bed, the genius cat, and now totally late for work, rushed into the garage, opened it, and saw that the tar machine and tarp were set up again and blocking my egress from the garage. So that was Friday morning.

Friday evening was much better. I sat through 1.5 hours of traffic to get to my mechanic’s shop, a drive that should’ve been 20 minutes, and got my oil changed. Since I was now 2 miles from my parents’ house, I went and visited them and got that out of the way for the weekend. I feel bad that visiting my parents sounds like a chore, but I have a busy weekend scheduled. I had dinner with my mom, my dad was again nowhere to be seen, then I came home to finish off chores. I was happy to get my 4 Fantom Fury belts and replacement bulbs in the mail at work, so that means I can finally vacuum! I maneuvered around the tar machine that was still there, managed to park awkwardly in my garage, came inside, replaced the rubber belt and the light bulb in the vacuum. When that baby started up and the headlamp shone on, I gave a happy laugh. I love that upright. I was glad I didn’t toss it and replace it like I had been planning to do. I did actually buy a Shark canister vacuum when I couldn’t find the Fury replacement belts in the stores, but I returned it as its performance and ease of care were so inferior to the upright Fantom Fury. When I first got the Fury, I was so excited at how great it was that I vacuumed twice a day, even hauled that thing to my parents’ and vacuumed their house. I stopped vacuuming that much when the neighbor that lived in the apartment directly underneath mine at the time came upstairs and pounded angrily on my door, then demanded I stop vacuuming as it’s keeping her from sleeping and she has to work early in the morning. What the hell else was there to do when one has insomnia at 3am?! I think that was when my bad TV habit started. Hmm.

This is an extremely stream-of-consciousness post. Trying to get back on track here. So Friday, I finished up laundry, brushed my cat, had a banana for dinner. These light meals, along with the 4.5 miles I ran at lunch Friday, brought my weight down to…a pound heavier than I was Thursday!

Why do I bother?