Isn’t It Funny?

It was one of those days for me yesterday.

I get home from work, and then I have financial business to attend to once I hit the mailbox. I get done with that, and I go to Wal-Mart. I find a few things [including a couple CD’s I intended to bring in to work today], then when I check out…my cashier is Josh, my roommate from my sophomore year at UAH. I got to visit with him for all of 20 seconds; he will finish at UAH a semester after I do. Not bad for someone who was major drifting for the longest time…

I get home, and Toby’s fast asleep. I leave him be. I get a few things done around the house, then doze on the couch for an hour or so. I wake up, and it’s time to medicate Toby again. I find him, drag him out to the living room, and give him his stuff. Now, at first, he was cool with getting it–he realized it was making him better. But now that he’s stopped being nasty ugly sick, he doesn’t like it near as much.

Well, I settle back down to sleep on the futon [the path of least resistance]. I’m almost asleep at 1:30 or so, having watched an hour or so of The Right Stuff on DVD [bought that at Wal-Mart last night, I did], when I feel a whump on the frame and swish across my back.

“Hi, Toby!”

I am unused to sleeping with pets. I’ve had dogs most of my natural life, and they’ve never slept with me–well, if it’s been really, really cold, they have. As such, I’m unused to having anything else in my bed but, well, me. I try to get Toby to lie under his blanket; no dice. He insists on curling up by my knees; I finally acquiesce. But it takes me until almost 3:30 to go to sleep.

So that’s why this entry’s posted at 9:30 a.m. I had to get him up and medicate him–this time with a 1.5 cc dose, as this weekend I won’t be home to medicate him three times a day–and then shower and shave myself. Toby needs a bath, but hey, I’ve got this afternoon to do that.