i'm so used to worrying about simon, it's hard to relax and just realize he's safe in the laundry room, hiding. i put his ding on him. it matches his eyes. he also has a rabies tag on it, so no one will think he's a stray, should he get out again.
we got really lucky and found dings at the dollar store. and they are safety collars, too. so a really good buy. and i got a new wand toy, because it doesn't seem that they can get enough of them. i may go back and get another for later when this one has lived its life span out.
i get to meet B, our new roommate on thursday or friday. he's going to pastry school, dreamy. he's a vet. even cooler. and he's a nice, polite, guy. he collects 1800s guns, and i can't wait to see it. i really hope he likes the room and doesn't mind sharing a bathroom with me. it would be great if he could move in this weekend, since he's homeless right now and crashing on a friend's floor.
god, what is worse than a homeless vet? he served our fucking country, he deserves much better than that. i won't mind doing his dishes or cleaning the bathroom up after him. i owe him at least that much. and a big hug and a thank you.