Since Jesse just came in and spoiled my movie, I thought I’d do some writing.

I thought to myself, maybe he’ll stay put and be quiet, but sure enough, he fired the truck up for a minute a few minutes after pulling in, then turned it off. I still don’t get the point of doing this either. What does it accomplish?

Next, I expect it will roar out on its motorcycle. Five more hours and I can expect peace for the rest of the day and night. Only problem is I won’t be awake to enjoy much of it because I’ve been up since 3:30 am.

Anyway, the damn cock first left at 9:30 and I told myself to enjoy every precious moment that he was out which I knew wouldn’t be for long. Also, sure enough, it returned at 1:00. It must’ve had the dogs with it too, cuz there was no barking while it was out.

If I don’t hear from Maliheh today then I suspect she’ll at least peek in on my blog before bed which she now seems to do every other day. I wonder if she even reads much of it anymore, especially the past parts. I won’t be up this evening, her preferred time of contact, which will make it the longest between messages. Guess I’m breaking records with both her and Nane as to how long we go between contact.

Stacey’s picture didn’t disappear, nor has my blog gotten any hits from Arizona. So unless she’s come in on a proxy, I doubt she, or her colleagues, have been in. Or that they’ve read my email.

I’ve had fatigue, nausea and trouble breathing the last couple of days, but no ear or tooth pain. I don’t get it. I’m not wheezing or congested, just short of breath at times. I guess the nausea and fatigue could be from anything, but I’m totally stumped on the shortness of breath.

I set up the perfect rat barricade to keep him out of the bedroom. I wanted a way to be in the bedroom where my computer is yet still able to see him when he’s on the loose. I refuse to let him in the bedroom again so he can damage my stereo speakers again. Or chew up any more bedding and whatever he may feel like destroying in the closet.

The doorways here are pretty narrow so I was able to jam the box fan in the doorway. Since it’s not quite wide enough to fill the doorway I just shut the door a little and then he can’t get in. He can climb the grille on the fan, though, but by the time he reaches the top of the fan, I’m able to spot him and keep him from climbing down and into the bedroom. Of course the little devil thinks it’s a game, too. Still, it’s nice not to have to sit out in the living room while he runs around out there and amongst an arrangement where I gotta really watch him like a hawk. This way he can enjoy his freedom without us always having to be right there with him while the bedroom is still safe.