The house is currently quiet. The dogs are sleeping in the living room and Fang is sleeping in the porch. I did put a heater in there (watch my electric bill zoom!) but it's just too cold, really. At least for my guilt level as I sit in the house :p
Fang would not stay in the porch today. If I left the door closed, he sat on the screen door and cried, or - worse yet - sat in front of the picture window looking absolutely pathetically lonely. And cried. So a good share of my day was spent with him asleep on my lap, guarding him against those canines from hell I call my pets. If he did get down on the floor, one of two things happened - either a race for under the furniture with one or both dogs after him (and me after them!) or he was hopping up on the dining room table. He is learning that that's a quick way to get both a squirt from the water bottle and a banishment to the closed porch. At one point he was curled up on the dining room chair under the table, and it was quite some time before Petey discovered him there. But I'm hopeful that they're all getting used to each - and probably will be best buddies the day after he goes to Canada.
Took some flowers out to my dad's grave this afternoon - of course, it waited for the hardest deluge of rain until I got out there. But it was his 100th birthday and I wanted to acknowledge it - and had a little heart-to-heart with him while I sat in the truck. I noticed someone (probably my niece) had left a little statue on my mom's (to-be-replaced) new stone and a plastic rose on my dad's service star, so that was nice.
Making the final arrangements to go to the Comic Con in Winnipeg the last weekend of this month. First con I'll be going to with "buds" so it promises to be much wilder than the others I've gone to. And the unemployment got another extension, a place in town is looking for workers so if I got that I could literally walk to work - so things are easing on that front. Plus I made some other decisions about things that, really, were just putting stress on my for no unearthly reason. I think that's why I like going out to the cemetery and "discussing" things. I know pretty much what both my folks would say about things - I just have to make myself hear them. (I know - here come the guys in the white coats! :p)
So anyway - Fang may or may not come back in for a while after his supper, but once he's "in bed" for the night, I'm going to work on the housecleaning and a few other things that weren't done because of this kitten in my lap. I guess there's worse reasons for not doing stuff. :D