A more level life
I had a hair-raising ride to work, but I made it there alive and walking (I took a cab). It wasn't cheap but we had to get our delivery.
I let the business pay me back.
I got to work and did it all in a couple of hours. I took a break and Dr Pepper showed up with my delivery. It was the nice guy. He even stacked it for me. I gave him a sandwich and a Dr Pepper.
Before I left, I told Ron he can have a divorce if he hates me so much. He was shocked. "Ron" I told him "You just spent all night saying 'I hate you, bitch.'. I can't live like that and you can't either." We will see where that goes.
Ron needs to know bad behavior will result in my leaving him, permanently. I don't believe the Bible, or Jesus, would want me to stay in a patently abusive relationship that tears me down "On the regular" basis.
During the wedding ceremony, he made a deal with God to value me and treat me with respect. He has broken that contract. I made the same deal with God, regarding him. Some may say my blogs are too frank and "undress" him, but to that I say, if you don't want your shameful acts broadcast, don't act shamefully.
I'm assuming he will do the "Let's talk, it was all your fault, admit it and everything will be fine". I expect him to deflect his drinking with the fact that I dared to cancel his trip to work. We'll see.
I had a good day at work, it was pretty slow, and then I called our driver to take me home. We stopped at Burger King and I got some chicken nuggets, and a couple of burgers for later (plain bacon cheeseburgers off the dollar menu). They will keep well - ever tried to eat a leftover sandwich with lettuce? Ugh!
When I got home, Greg the handyman was in the driveway and the cats were loose in the house. Ron let them out. I rounded them up and put them back.
Just now, Ron demanded Torbie (she is very comforting), so I plucked her out of my bedroom and delivered her to Ron. At least he's getting his money's worth out of her surgery - in cuddles.
Torbie laid on me all last night, I had a hell of a time sleeping. I figured God decided cuddles were more needed than sleep.
Greg is building the gate right now and that should make the homeowner's association very happy. I just hope he can rig up some kind of lock so no one can get in without permission.
About the cat food: yes, wet is "better". Wet is primarily meat and cats are primarily meat eaters. Dry food is meat + extenders. They can be everything from high quality vegetables (the stuff we feed) to cheap cornmeal and animal fat. Read a label, you'll see. It is pretty awful, some of them.
If I were getting a new cat I would feed wet only. If I lived alone I would feed wet only.
But, it depends on the cat. Some cats hate wet food. Some cats don't want good food, and instead want the cheap stuff in the purple bag (Bubba, the black cat in my photos). He always looked sleek and gorgeous so clearly it worked for him. I probably could have gotten another couple years out of him, though, if I could have gotten him to eat the quality stuff.
But Bubba was as stubborn as I am. He loved his Surf & Turf.
So, I don't know what will happen today. After Greg leaves I plan to try to get a nap. I took my medication early because it never hurts after a night of sleep deprivation.
I just wish I could have a more level life.