i approach the weekend with a feeling of dread. will it be another good weekend with no arguments, or back to the old way? although i really wish doc was home right now.
i did a bunch of clutter related stuff. but now i'm bored with that. maybe i'll take a nap on the couch for a while and then vacuum the kitchen. truth is, there's nothing that needs to be done until 8 when i feed the cats. then it's the nightly fight to keep felix in. so far it hasn't worked and i've about given in. i'd rather he leave through the door than jump off the balcony and risk getting hurt. he only stays out for a few hours. last night i almost forgot to let him back in. doc woke up and reminded me as i was going to bed.
speaking of that, doc's been going to bed before me and letting me stay passed out on the couch until 5. he's even been getting up earlier than me and making his own coffee. and not being grumpy about it.