Concerned Capybara

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I stayed next to Lady Miss Friday until 7 am exactly, then rushed around getting dressed. I thought about calling in to stay with her, but I'd really need to have done that yesterday. And with JJD already out, it would be a dick move. I wasn't expecting Julian to wake up, but he said his arm hurt and put off going in to the doc until tonight. Traffic to work was bad - there was an accident or something, but it looked like everyone was okay and I still made it in on time. I saw the homeless girl outside, but I couldn't decide what to say to her when I walked up, and then another girl was freaked out because she didn't realize the building doesn't open until 7:30. I'd rather say it right later than fumble out a sitcom moment now.

Carl called out so I finished the eservice I started yesterday then entered the NOAs for the day. At least there weren't many. Xochi and I traded war stories in our battles with body hair and I might try a NoNo!. She also tried to recommend scar removal products, but I like my scars. They're *mine,* and you know I've got an Alexandrian library of control issues. I also delved back into the EDM mixes I made for Ashley, more to shake up the playlists from YouTube than anything else, but it also proved very effective for energy. I soared through the work, but still only managed a couple from tomorrow's eservice.

Julian wasn't home when I got there but a bunch of things were outside and the mop was in the sink. The living room was still dusty so I gathered he mopped the bathroom and I started on the living room. He got home with Rachel just after I'd gone over it a couple times - they'd talked and mostly made up. He'd also cleaned up after his cats again, since they're still stress pissing in the river now everywhere. He'd called blue shield about a therapist instead of going to the ER. And brought home more beer. We talked some, I explained my concerns. I think my new thing is to be "concerned" instead of angry, upset, or worse, vindictive about anything he does. I think that's progress. And everyone has their own path. They wanted me to continue inpatient or like... Full time rehab or something after my insurance cut me off. I declined. So as long as this doesn't become procrastination practice, we're good. They went out to the pool, he asked me to join and I said I'd be out soon. Finished mopping and took care of a couple internet errands, including a Chewy order that should keep us stocked in Flea Flee (or Flee, Flea!) for eternity. I knew I was forgetting something and now I remember I wanted to look for a calming spray. Is there a calming cat incense? Maybe I can get something for her if I find a mobile vet, or maybe I can even do online vets to prescribe her something. Imma try it!

When I got to a stopping point in my to-do list, Julian was curled up sleeping on the couch. I turned off the TV, put his beer and snacks away, but also tried to wake him. The sun wasn't even down the first time I checked on him, but he declined to wake up. When the sun went down, I put a blanket on him. I guess I should have at least put him to bed, but I didn't even think of it.