The brink

Here I sit on the brink of insanity. Work is incredibly swamping me, and every single minute of my week is booked solid on my calendar. It's really really ugly. I have one deadline tomorrow, one Thursday, and about a hundred meetings between now and then.

I also have Tarzan the howling screeching terror living at my house. Leeloo didn't shut up at all last night. She finally exhausts herself and falls asleep, but then screeches herself awake after about 20 minutes. It's driving me and Forest insane. Kirstin, of course, thinks it's adorable. I called the vet today, and apparently I'm going to be spending tonight rubbing my cat's butt with a warm wet washcloth until she doodles. This really doesn't sound like a lot of fun. Lucky Forest is teaching tonight, so he gets out of it.

Speaking of whom, I was a bit irked with Forest yesterday. We had planned to have a late lunch together. We do this alot, he calls me when he gets cut at Olga's (he waits tables there) and we meet somewhere to eat together. So yesterday I waited and waited, and he never called. The next thing I knew it was 4 in the afternoon, and I was getting pretty worried. So I called Olga's, and he wasn't there. Then I called the Freeze (his dad's ice cream shop) thinking that there may have been an emergency and he may have been called in there to work. His dad assured me that I had missed him by mere minutes, and that he had gone to run errands before going to teach class.

So I wasn't worried anymore, instead I was starving and feeling forgotten. He finally called at 4:15, to say that he was sorry, he'd had to stay at work late, and figured by the time he got out I would already have eaten lunch without him.

Perfectly reasonable. And I'm really not mad about it, but I was pretty irked at the time. This is starting to sound like a relationship, isn't it? Of course he felt awful and made it up to me a hundred-fold later. Which was nice.

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