I was in until about three this afternoon. I was depressed I was fed up with cleaning, it was rainy and gloomy out, and I felt as if I was going to explode and I had to get OUT!

I had been trying to reach the vet since morning, without success (I need to know what to do about the medication, as it’s been a full week and he’s been basically alright). I was frustrated with that.

I e-mailed Michael about my despair and did some major whining.

I went out for an hour.

And what happened while I was gone?

No, not the cat……

Michael called!!!!!

I am not even more depressed.

he wanted to provide a diversion for me, and thought I could be one for him and I WASN’T HOME.

I want to cry. Of all the things I would have loved to have done this week, seeing him was number one on the list. If I couldn’t see him, then talking to him was right up there as being a wonderful thing. And I missed him.

All I did was go out to see if the new stamping magazines had come in to Barnes and Noble. I wasn’t gone for much more than an hour. And I missed his call.

I tried to call him back, but just got his machine.

I am so so so sad.