Nearly every night, raddidge wishes me a peaceful and restful night. Tuesday night slash Wednesday morning wasn't that peaceful. First, I was awake for about an hour staring at the ceiling wondering about all the doom and gloom that I was confronted with earlier that evening. Eventually I went to sleep.
Wednesday morning, parts of my rug were soaked which was frustrating but didn't cause me to break up or explode because there wasn't any reason. I called the rental office from work, supposedly they sent someone over here and I reckon things may be worked out. No voicemail was left but I left a message asking them to contact me and let me know the situation.
It's just water, nothing foul or anything. My lovesac avoided any damage, thank goodness.
Between 9:30 and noon, I was a wreck. Concern for Spot and not wanting her to run outside and have an adventure was foremost in my mind. Unfortunately, work was very busy but I was able to finagle a thirty minute lunch that involved speeding home, putting Spot's litterbox in the closet with food and water bowls. Finally I went to the rental office to let them know they didn't have to worry about wrangling Spot and I sped back to work with two minutes to spare.
I am tired and I hope I can sleep tonight.
Last night did have a dream but it's completely forgotten. Like an aftertaste, a certain mood lingered with me for most of the day.
