Manimal came home yesterday. Of course, we're all glad to have him home, but I'm really nervous...afraid I'll miss something vital. Doctor wanted to keep him another day, but he pulled a "the food sucks here" card. His first request...Cap'n Crunch cereal. 41 years old and he craved junk cereal...which we don't keep in the house. Hey, no problem...it's only a 40 minute round trip to the store.

I'm exhausted and bitchy. No desire to communicate with anyone, but really appreciate the supportive words received. That being said, I'm certainly not blind to who hasn't gotten in touch.

The water pump picked this morning to kick the bucket. No water until we spent $550 and find someone to install it. Unfortunately, SupahStah had a date tonight that he COULD. NOT. POSTPONE.

I couldn't sleep last night...didn't help that we had a wicked thunderstorm and all the animals called upon their inner wussy. The kitten hid in the linen closet...all over the patient's clean linens. Sure, it's not like I mind more laundromat time. Rex jumped on the bed with Manimal to snuggle hide like a coward, and I was so scared the dog would jump on his stomach I almost had kittens...as if I need more animals.

The home-care nurse came in this morning. I've already had to fix the dressing she changed. God certainly has a sense of humour. Props to the Big Guy for sending a gal who shares her name with Manimal's ex...and has the same accent to boot. Yep. We're havin some fun now.