I woke up at 5:30 so I got up instead of tossing and turning. Obviously I need to start over with regulating my sleep schedule. I think Daylight Savings is involved. The process takes 20 days, says the pdoc.

I made an appointment to return to the salon because I messed up the white part of my (French) pedi. The time I scheduled was too optimistic so I rescheduled for 4:30. My day didn’t start off right and I asked Brian to cancel. I have not showered. I’m trying not to beat myself up over this.

I made a pedicure appointment on my own, without asking Brian to call for me. I didn’t cancel, and I drove myself there! Just got back a little while ago. Yay!!!

Some of you regulars may know about Angelo’s um, habit (see “Angelo’s Groupies”). He’s been at it again lately, but I’ve been too depressed (because of the BM thing) to care, even if I happen to be lying underneath one of his so-called groupies since he usually does this after he eats breakfast. Often one or more of the cats will sleep with me during the week because Brian feeds them before he leaves for work, and I fall back asleep after taking my morning meds.

So yesterday, I walk into the bedroom after the cats have had their morning meal. Surprise, surprise. Angelo was at it. Basil jumped up there just to take a nap I’m sure, so I turned back towards my dresser to pick out clothes. Suddenly, I hear this small cry/growl, turn around, and find that Angelo made Basil his bitch! And Basil didn’t even fight back, which he does when Angelo decides to attack him out of the clear blue sky, bully that he is — and that’s like, fighting fighting. This was not! Fortunately, it didn’t last long, and let’s just say that their parts didn’t connect. Brian and I were quite shocked.

Yep, that’s Basil.