A Week Without Paul

Paul abandoned Piper and I this week under the guise of "training" and "Delaware," so we were forced to hold down the fort by ourselves. It took only three days before I think I officially became one of those crazy cat ladies. Strange, sad things happen when your only companion for 20 out of the 24 hours in a day is a cat. We actually muddled through quite nicely. After all, I had work to do and that can take up an infinite amount of time. Really, every day, wake up, do homework, go to school, come home, watch Bones, do homework, go to bed. It's a very monotoneous schedule even for me. You might note a lack of meals. That's because I discovered that--contrary to what I thought--Paul had been doing all of the cooking/food obtaining. Also, that I lack sufficient motivation to make something for myself that isn't macaroni and cheese or pasta salad from a box. (The epitome of laziness, I know.) Something should probably be done about that. Paul, I think, got the worse part. He was stuck in a hotel with nothing to do for five days. It sounded like cabin fever (hotel fever?) was beginning to set in. I'm really looking forward to his return. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to who answers back and isn't me. I'd also like someone who snuggles without trying to eat me. Piper's developed a crippling tastes for toes and, oddly, knees of late.