"You were drunk"

#6 had a party last night but pretty tame by their standards.  They wrapped it up around 11 because it was a weeknight.  I slept pretty well after that. 

I woke up a few times but not bad, went right back to sleep, slept in until a few minutes before my alarm.  I had a dream where I was told to bolt if I ever heard a three word phrase I will not share.  It was very interesting. 

Is it "my subconcious"?  I don't know, but it was a very odd phrase and I will certainly sit up if I hear it. 

I did realize this morning I need more cat carriers if I want to get them out at the same time - which I would do.  I couldn't take a chance of Ron spitefully letting the left behind cats out because I had to make 2 trips.  I will make that a priority.  I did ask for a cat carrier for my birthday and Christmas but it is apparently a "bad" gift so nothing.  The item I suspect is "mine" is very light in a medium cardboard box and way too small to be a carrier. 

Ron has consistently said he could not take care of the cats without me so I will be taking Baby Girl. 

That's something I could have really used (a carrier).  I am not one for little knickknacky things.  Ron's mother had a collection of glass things and Ron knocked one over, visiting.  She had a blind son and still did that - we got her a replacement but I still felt she should have known.  I have one glass figurine on a bookcase well out of Ron's range, it is two owls snuggled together, one has a chip in it.  I have had it almost 30 years and am very careful with it.  I found it at a thrift shop. 

Ron was quiet, which is good.  He found his keys - the work keys that have been missing forever, in a bag of snacks. 

I had worried an unethical employee at work might have found them and was using them to access the machines - a pretty big concern.  I even considered changing out all they locks (not cheap, would cost hundreds).  I am very glad I was wrong and we don't need to do that. 

Ron kept asking how he could do that and I said "you were drunk, beginning and end of story".  He didn't like that but I didn't let him off the hook - every time he asked "how" I said "You were drunk".

Now I won't have him bugging me to unlock vending machines for him all the time, although he did say I was very gracious about it.   That's good.  I didn't have a gracious attitude but apparently hid it well. 

I am very dizzy today, it is tiresome.  I took some guiafenisen in case my ears are clogged, I can't take decongestants with the Wellbutrin (fatal seizure) so I have to take the mucus pill, it works pretty well.  I don't have vertigo I feel very lightheaded like the time I donated "double reds" and had a pretty acute anemia out of that. 

I called the vet, Spotty isn't eating, they say that is normal.  I suggested they give him a soup (I packed a couple) as he loves that and it will get a few calories into him.  I will call after my nap and see if he's better, if not I will walk over some cat food (canned of course). 

Biscuit is missing Spotty and knocked over a chair in the front room.  I praised him for doing it, I thought it was funny, he was standing so proudly on the "dead" plastic chair.  I still haven't replaced that wood rocker I had but the cats are safe when I sit in the plastic chair.  I will get a wood one eventually. 

I got a breakfast bowl into Ron.  He was in the kitchen drinking this morning but did eat after I got him back to bed (he almost fell). 

I took my shower.  I didn't have room for the mac and cheese I had delivered (got the groceries, a very nice family brought them), so I cooked it and will eat it.  Last I checked it was "white lava" hot so I waited.  I would rather have a colder product and not burn my mouth. 

I really hate burning my mouth. 

I am listening to "When the love runs out" on repeat.