01.29.08
Whatta weekend: Friday
I needed to run a ton of errands, but by noon I felt a migraine coming on. I hoped food would help, so I had a lovely lunch with my Sweet. Sadly it didn’t, so I fled home as fast as I could. I managed to get the pork in the pot (easy). I emailed the producer of the TV show I was to help on that evening to let him know of my headache. Then I collapsed for four hours. Ugh.
When I finally woke up, Maureen’s date for the weekend, Rory, had just shown up. They went out for dinner. Keith went somewhere for something else. I’m zombie-ing around the kitchen, fussing over the pork, when I hear screeching. I look up and my DUMB yellow cat walks in from the rain with a bedraggled, but alive, bird in his mouth! I follow him around until he lets it go and snatch it up. It’s warm, alive, and very unhappy. I wish someone else with a working brain had been there. I puttered around the living room for five minutes or so wondering what to do. Finally I decide to call Stacie. She has a brain and is wise about animal stuff. She says to take it to the Humane Society, so I do. I’m not sure driving was the greatest thing for me to be doing, but traffic was light. The bird was admitted and I filled out forms and returned home. Of course, everyone had returned while I was out and was worried about me.
The rest of the evening was spent socializing with Rory and watching him and Mo drink a bit much. Rory knows a ton of jokes. He also brought a game called Set, which I turned out to be good at, even in zombie form. Then we went to bed.