I’m exhausted both emotionally and physically, but I wanted to check in and let you know thanks to the help of some wonderful people, I was able to find a no-kill shelter for our homeless kitty. I took her there today and the staff was wonderful. After gaining an understanding of the homeless animal crisis down here, it feels like a miracle that we found a shelter that was willing to take our kitty. This happy ending could not have happened without the prayers and support of others. Thank you Deathstar, Jill, Peggy, Juliana and everyone else who helped with kind words and suggestions.

Have a peaceful weekend.

FlyGuy is out of town again this week and something strange happened the other night. On Monday, at about 11pm I was walking to our bedroom and the dog was in front of me trying to beat me there as usual. Fidget suddenly stopped and began cowering a few feet from the bedroom door. She was staring up at something/nothing and would not budge. I couldn’t prod her to go forward for at least a minute- a long time in dog years. Fidget was skittish the rest of the night. The incident gave me shivers, but I ignored it and needing to get a good night’s sleep, made sure not to watch Paranormal*State.

A few hours later, at about 1am, Little Lassie woke up laughing hysterically like she was being tickled. I mean, a loud, belly full of fun, please stop tickling me because I can’t breathe laugh. I tried to ignore it, thinking she woke up from a funny dream, but it was still odd because she rarely wakes up in the middle of the night and if she does, she’s always crying, not laughing. The laughter went on for a minute or two and then Little Lassie happily babbled for a while and eventually fell asleep. Weird. I mean, Little Lassie is the perfect child (said her doting mother) but she’s normal- she doesn’t poop rainbows or anything and she never wakes up in the middle of the night laughing. She cries, like every other baby I know.

Have you ever heard of babies waking up laughing in the middle of the night? I’m not sure what is going on around here, but if we have a ghost it obviously prefers Little Lassie to Fidget. Is it bad that I hope it continues to prefer Little Lassie and leave me alone?

FlyGuy and Little Lassie leave early on Wednesday for their trip to VA. Tomorrow, I’ll pack for both of them. I feel like I need to be strategic with what I send because FlyGuy has to manage LL, stroller, briefcase and luggage all by himself in the airport. He is currently out of town and I asked him to email me what clothes he wanted to take. This is thoughtful, emailed response:

Lassie,
I just want to take casual clothes down to VA.
Love,
FlyGuy

He’s a detail man, can you tell? (Did he think I was going to pack his tux?) Since I’m still not pleased they are going without me*, I feel like only packing FlyGuy a swimsuit and Hawaiian shirt. If I did that, my MIL would never forgive or forget. She told me not to pack much because she would do FlyGuy and LL’s laundry while they are there, which simply means I better pack his “good socks,” the ones without holes.

*They are going without me because kenneling Fidget costs a king’s ransom in downtown Chicago, so I have been named the dogwalker/dogsitter. I’m trying to think of it as a high honor.