Thanks?

Julian's later day to start work so I didn't wake him in the morning. Still gave Juno his shot but didn't feed them. They've got more than enough food. DKR suggested I let the staff attorneys know to forward JJD's claims to me and I took the opportunity to also plug Teams and my virtual office. At least Leslie got a kick out of it. I'm sure my coworkers would be amused to know that I'm coming out of my shell these days. Like....the me that showed up as a barely dressed angel for Halloween was the *shy* me. I started laundry on my lunch break, mildly shocked to see the washer with my quarters stuck in it exactly as I left it. The owners seem intent on becoming slum lords. Some other tenant wanted to use the machine I used, so they put my stuff in a dryer after it was done. Didn't start it, just moved it, and I didn't notice. I also don't know how to fold or put away Julian's clothes, so I just laid them all out to finish drying. Kujo laid on them, so I suppose they'll at least smell homey. One of the Chewy boxes arrived, though it only had one of the litter boxes, laser pointers, and meaty sticks. I gave Lady Miss Friday one with her door open so she could see Julian's kids. I'm hoping to associate treats and such with the sight and smell of them to reduce the hatred. She saw Juno and went into attack mode, so now I'm worried my plan will backfire and she'll hate her treats because she associates them with the boys. When Julian got home, he thanked me for laundry, though he also huffed it like it was his kink to make sure...I'm not even sure what he was checking for, but I guess I passed. He offered to clear out the Chewy box so the boys could lay and play in it, but only removed the treats and lasers, not the giant box of litter. Thanks? We both have bad backs now - old man problems - but I got it taken care of. And instead of using the packing paper for mice, apparently we're going to be using it as litter in the box, because Kujo can't seem to stop shitting. I saw him actually run to the box to shit there, and now I'm not certain if he maybe just misses the cover for his litter box or is senile. Or both! We've gotta get him to a vet. I found a really cute carrier for him - outside decorated to look like a bus. Chewy was out of it so we had to buy it from Walmart. On the plus, if strange, side, we went back in to edit the order so it would ship faster and it came up $10 cheaper and scheduled to be delivered one day sooner. I guess. Julian called his mom, I smoked some weed. Finally looked at what Phyllis sent me - just a song by Callum Scott. I guess we're to be one of those families that doesn't talk politics. That's not me, though. That's the sort of nonsense that allows insurrectionists nice houses and the like. That's the sort of thinking that allows racist Karen in HR to dismiss resumes with ethnic names. Here, however, I didn't respond at all. Weirdly, I noticed messages from what seemed to be two separate Phyllis accounts. Who's not real now? I made dinner for myself, weirdly trying not to use any groceries we bought. Just soy curls and bread, complete with flashbacks to my druggie days. He got a little tipsy, but not grumpy-tipsy, just slightly emotional-tipsy. Thanked me for not just staying in his life over the years, but staying in contact and giving him hope. There were some shades of getting him out of Arkansas, but that might well have been my own paranoia coloring things - it wasn't his focus. I was unprepared for that on any level, so I just said thank you.