Home sweet home
Apr. 14th, 2003 04:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newschickBack in Chatham, and really not minding all that much. I've written before about having a sort of resigned feeling when I come into town after being in Toronto for a few days, but this time I felt a great sense of relief, like I'm HOME. Weird. And scary!
My apartment is dry as a bone, although a little musty smelling. Some Fabreeze should solve that problem nicely. Seamus seemed quite glad to be home at first, but started crying a lot as the evening went on - I think he misses Uncle Mocha, which is a first. I bought him a window seat while I was home - sort of a hammock thing made out of sheepskin that attaches to the window sil. He doesn't like it much, but with any luck he'll start to as he gets more used to it. He'd better - damn thing wasn't cheap. I spoil him far more than my bank account would like.
I slept like shit last night, waking up every hour, sometimes more often, all worried that I'd sleep in. I'm not that tired this morning, although I expect it will hit me as the morning goes on.
My apartment is dry as a bone, although a little musty smelling. Some Fabreeze should solve that problem nicely. Seamus seemed quite glad to be home at first, but started crying a lot as the evening went on - I think he misses Uncle Mocha, which is a first. I bought him a window seat while I was home - sort of a hammock thing made out of sheepskin that attaches to the window sil. He doesn't like it much, but with any luck he'll start to as he gets more used to it. He'd better - damn thing wasn't cheap. I spoil him far more than my bank account would like.
I slept like shit last night, waking up every hour, sometimes more often, all worried that I'd sleep in. I'm not that tired this morning, although I expect it will hit me as the morning goes on.
