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I heard Julian's alarm in the morning, but then heard him cursing as well. When I checked, he mentioned that his work schedule had changed, so he didn't really need to be up. He yelled at his cats some, too, and I inquired there. It's possible they just hate the crystal litter, especially since there're 3 of them and the piss maybe can't evaporate that quickly? Dunno, but Lady Miss Friday is not having it, Flora is not having it, Pupple isn't even here, but can't due to them, and none of this even touches on the amount of added affection they clearly need. I reinforced a re-homing like Tim and I have, so he could still see them, have visitation, etc. Really wanted to avoid any horror stories he might tell himself about throwing them in a cold cell or something, and the self-scourging guilt that could inspire. My car was still here after he left, but he came back shortly thereafter. He'd mistaken his start time again, but this time he'd followed the schedule, the schedule had just had a verbal update he forgot about. Some things to be aware of, but no red flags yet. They still get categorized as a good workplace. And he agreed to try to re-home his kids. We had our weekly meeting at work and it was surprisingly fun. Started fairly rote, just how everyone's work and life was going and what was for lunch. I spent a good 30 minutes just turning back to nod or comment while otherwise rubbing Lady Miss Friday's shoulders. When it got to me, I just touched on the positive things from Monday night, our ideas for theme nights, and somehow we eventually touched on the memory and focus benefits from cannabis as you get older. I gave the same eservice head start I gave yesterday, I just ran out of time to notify everyone.

Julian was a little late getting home so I took care of a few online errands. I edited my Chewy order - swapped crystal for clumping litter, extra salmon sticks, and a multi-cat calming diffuser. I also ordered more hemp extract. I'm hopeful I can solve all of this, but luck favors the prepared. Mea mentioned she might have a friend who could take Julian's kids, but they're in Ohio, no Bloodbuzz. I tagged Julian but noted that it would be completely his decision. And I messaged Presto, the company that makes Mocha Mix, about coming out with office/gas station juggers and flavored creamer. Obviously, it'd be great if they gave me a lifetime supply for these suggestions, but just getting answers about why they haven't already made them would be fine. When Julian did get home, I joined him on the couch and we mostly just watched music. Never a problem for me, but he wanted dinner. He didn't say anything about the possible home for his cats, and I figured he just didn't want to talk about it immediately. Decided on the Nature's Prime cutlets I'd bought forever ago and never made because you're supposed to boil, cool, then drain them. There were spots in the package where Merryweather had chewed into it. I don't think she ate any of the cutlets. There was some awkwardness trying to even find a big enough pot for them and then more awkwardness trying to get them drained. At least it gave me an excuse to mop. He cooked a few cutlets with some of the Japanese fried rice. I declined any, figuring correctly that he'd have plenty of leftovers just cooking for himself. It's really hard to cook exactly one portion anyway. While we were cooking he heard a song he like on an advert but I couldn't get many details in time. I looked it up anyway from my phone but couldn't find it. We got everything packed away, even if we do need to get more Tupperware soon. I fought the urge to eat. I think I ate plenty throughout the day, it was just a compulsive need to fill myself up. I'm guessing it's just anxiety about everything slipping out of my control to disastrous results.