The husband has left for LGT to spend time with D-man for his birthday. He left sometime this afternoon, I assume, because he wasn't here when I came home from Tony's office after work. Kitty did her usual "pester wooman and follow her around" bit for a while after I got home, and then she wandered off to enjoy a window ledge. I ate the leftover fruit salad from yesterday's dinner with Sarah and Jessica (which, btw, was hilarious and I can't wait to get the pictures developed) and archived a web comic for a while before deciding to take a nap. Yesterday's schedule was insane so that it was midnight before I knew it and I still had a presentation to write for my pragmatics class. I decided to go to bed and just get up at four to work on it, which I did, and then when I was done around six, I couldn't fall back to sleep. So I had been up a while. I chatted briefly with someone on-line before finally telling them that I needed a nap, then I went to sleep until 9:30 whereupon I looked at the clock, thought "Huh, 9:30?" then passed out again until 10:30 when Ian called for Damien's phone number (which was in the phone and not on his computer). I ate the last piece of chocolate cake from Jessica's birthday party yesterday and popped open Buster (because I haven't dug Brannagh back out yet though he has been up and running since yesterday). For some dumb reason, my instant messengers, which were set to "away" decided to come back as "on-line" when I woke Buster back up from his nap. So rather than just checking my e-mail and maybe archiving some comics a while before passing out again, I'm talking to people who don't seem to realize that I'm too groggy to hold down a serious conversation. I mean, look at the mess which is this post! The reason why I started typing hasn't even appeared in here yet. I'm rambling and trailing along like a snail trail. Crazy.
So the point of the post before I forget again is about Kitty. When I woke up about forty minutes ago, she heard me talking on the phone, so she came in and hopped on the bed to be pet a bit. She then followed me around as I went to the bathroom and into the kitchen and then back into the bedroom. She sat on the bed a while longer while I finished talking to Ian, then she got up and started snooping around the room like she does when we've rearranged everything and she's getting used to the new layout. I kind of stopped paying attention to her as one of my on-line friends started getting into random relationship stuff, and when I looked up again, she was sitting on the floor in front of Ian's chair by his computer desk, looking up at it. I didn't say anything and just kept typing, and she just kept sitting there. Not wandering around, not sniffing things, just waiting by his desk. After about ten minutes (and after I started this post), she came over to sit on the bed by my feet where she is currently still lying. I just think it's adorable that it's obvious how much she already misses Ian, and he has been gone for only half a day if that long. I guess she just got used to him always being here. I wonder if I'll be sitting in front of his desk looking up at it soon.