Thanks to Adam for help with the title, since I wouldn't actually know which vowels to stretch, never having heard that particular song. =)
Yeah, things have been pretty lonely around here lately. Mr. Jerry Brown doesn't quite seem to know what to do with himself without his Daddy-Cat to snuggle him, and has settled for being very loud and demanding at times and disappearing at other times. But so long as I don't find him trying to barf all over Brian's socks again I think he'll be okay. Dexter seemed a little confuzzled the first couple of days, but then, it's kind of hard to tell that apart from his usual mental state, so maybe I'm reading too much into it. In any case, he seems fine so long as I'm around regularly for scritchings.
As for me…I'm holding up okay. I feel silly at how much Brian's absence is affecting me – after all, I'm a strong, independent woman who can fend for herself. But it's struck me more than once that Brian and I are almost unusually close, even for a couple in their early twenties. Of the various couples I've met, I can only think of one or two who've seemed equally close. (One of them was a couple who'd been married 20 years and had two children, and still seemed blissfully happy with each other…I'd really like to be like that when I'm older.) So maybe it's not that surprising that it's been hard on me to have him gone.
To distract myself, I've been doing various things. Cleaning the house, for one – the living room looks a lot better and I don't think our kitchen has ever been this regularly clean. Having people over, too. I invited Diane (my old “stalker”, whom I hadn't seen in a while) over for dinner Tuesday night, and we had burgers and watched V for Vendetta on our Theater of Gigantitude. I've also made my way through the first book of The Complete Calvin and Hobbes, which is nice to read before bed.
Brian, for his part, has been very good about keeping in regular contact. He's sent me several emails filled with descriptions of the museums he's been to and such, and today he called me at some insane hour of the morning (for him, it was 7:30 PM for me) because he couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to me. I shudder to think what kind of charges we ran up, but it was so good to hear his voice that I almost don't care. Though I about had a heart attack when the recording came on to tell us “You have almost reached the credit limit for this call” – I thought it was going to say “this card” and was frantically trying to figure out how we'd racked up $6000 worth of charges in slightly less than fifteen minutes. =)
I went into Trade Winds (local import store) at lunch today, which turned out to be a mistake. I just planned on smelling the incense, but over in their cat section I found the prettiest little brush and hand mirror sets with backs painted to look like curled-up cats. They were only about $15 per set, too…so I ended up getting a brush painted like a tortoiseshell cat and a mirror painted like a Siamese. It's actually the kind of brush that works best on my hair, too, which is a bonus. I've really got to stay out of nifty stores like that when I'm feeling depressed, though…impulse purchases aren't cool when you're doing them regularly. Or more specifically, the credit card bills that result from them aren't cool.
Just under three and a half weeks until Brian gets back…
