My grace period with the cat is over. For the first while after Pickle left, I spent much time with her and she seemed to be dealing fairly well. This morning I have been treated to about an hour of yowling as she wanders around the apartment looking for her dad. It happens every time he goes away, and I think it's cute and loyal of her for the first while and then I start wanting to cut her vocal chords. So far, I've managed to refrain from violence.

Tonight, I'm off to volunteer for 6 hours at a bingo hall for the radio station. I can't tell you how much I'm dreading this - bingo players creep me out anyway but it's the smoking that really kills me. Hope everyone else has a better night planned.