Only slightly. One thing Wat has learned is how to pay attention to his surroundings.
Like, for example, yesterday, when the housemate was leaving for her Day of Protest, she heard some homeslice squeeze off a couple of rounds from somewhere up the skreet. She came and woke me up, so I said, sure, I love me some early-morning chaos - which must be why I post at Lit of a morning. Any-motherfucking-way, I was on my front porch at oh five thirty drinking a cup of coffee with my left hand and hold my '16 with the right, you know, just in case I needed to make a louder noise to upset Wurd Up.
My dinner date went nicely, but I think the poor thing is crazier than most of the women I know . . . which says quite a lot actually . . . .
Happy Monday!!! It's raining again, and the carpenters wussed out last Friday for rain, so they may not even show today. I am pretty much over these assclowns, but we have to get our work done, somehow.
I went and spent a lovely impromptu afternoon with my dear friend whom we can call Tiny Angel. It was one of our cat's nickname and I used it on her once, and she loves it. I took her out for supper and to visit some of her family and shopping and to see some friends. It was a lovely rainy Sunday afternoon. She had a good time, save for the fact she was rooting for the Steelers.