Empty, empty

It is so strange being in the house now. It feels almost like a prison. Its just so empty! We have the one table to sit at, but only two stools (for three people). I end up sitting on the small ice chest. My head barely reaches the table, but at least I'm not on the floor.

The cats are having a tough time adjusting. There just isn't a place to sit down and, of course, are cats are so spoiled they will only resort to sitting on the floor (EWWWW!) if there is nothing else. So I'm sitting at the table on my ice-chesty-stool when the phone rings. I stand up to answer it, and not ten seconds later, bob (the cat) jumps onto the ice chest, lays down, and looks up at me, as though to say: "You didn't call seat-backs". This is the repayment I get for feeding that monster.

Last night it was Molly and I's first evening on the air-mattress. The cats always sleep at our feet on the bed. Well, the air-mattress is a queen AT BEST, and we are used to our king bed. The air mattress barely gets us off the floor, maybe 4 inches from the carpet. Well, the damn spoiled cats can't possibly sleep on the carpet (EWWWW!) so they are trying to bully us around on the air mattress. They kept jumping on, about half the night, just to keep from lying down on the floor. When I got up this morning, I found Truckasaurus laying on a shirt on the floor and Bob was lying on my jeans, on the floor. They are just toooo good for the carpet.

Last night was also interesting because anybody that knows Truckasaurus would understand that he likes to howl in the night, at nothing.... just walk from room to room to see what his voice sounds like. And, it is annoying. Well, last night he tried doing that, which only lasted for 4 "meows" (about 293 fewer than a normal evening). His howl was soooo loud and echoey that I think he freaked himself out, and came running back up into the bedroom.

Lastly, I've been having a hell of a time figuring out how to get rid of my garage fridge. I had a guy drive in (a home brewer, I found out) to look at it. He wanted to convert it into a 8-keg beer fridge (5 1/2 gallon kegs). He needed something that was working perfectly (which I always assumed that it was) but when he put his thermometer in there, it didn't really get below 48 degrees, which I thought was normal. 48 degree beer tastes damn refreshing to me. But he was worried that it might be going out or something... and was looking for something in the 37 degree range. Whatever. So he didn't take it.

Posted it, once more here at the office bulletin board, and somebody is coming by on Saturday to pick it up.... YEAH! That was pretty much the last thing I needed to get out of the house. Its just cleaning from here on in. (Oh, and wine drinking... got 3 bottles of very, very nice wine... a '00 Margeaux, a '96 Chateau Lafite (which may be *just* past its prime), and an '02 Archery Summit Estate pinot noir. Oh yes... es veery nice!

Looking forward to the "party" at 75th street brewer tomorrow night. Hope to see everyone there!