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I said I was going to say something about the rest of the weekend (and the beginning of the week), so here goes.

It was pretty bad.

Well, let me revise that. Saturday night through Monday morning was pretty bad.

wooisme and I were worried about trouble some of our friends are having and were a bit tense to begin with as we set out to visit Seven Mile Fair early Sunday morning. I did manage to find some bargains on good tools so that made me happy, but the excursion ended up in a pointless fight. I was being too needy and my love wasn't up to dealing with me (I'm lucky she likes me so much!) and we ended up just sort of staying out of each other's way the rest of the evening. The back of one of our west bedroom closet is a wonderful place for doing just that, I might add.

As I noted, I just wasn't feeling up to going in to work on Monday morning. I feel really bad about taking sick days and, in fact, I get really paranoid about doing so. I'm really scared of the idea of losing my job and terribly thoughts of the sort of reprimands I might receive for being late occupied my thoughts as I somnolently stumbled about the house looking for work clothes and shoes to wear. Finally, it being ten minutes past my usual departure time of seven o' clock, I decided that the day was not meant to be. I followed that up by twenty minutes of agonizing over the phone call I would have to make (My phone phobia, though much reduced from past years, is still alive and kicking), and then crawled back into bed.

Snoozing 'till noon did wonders for my disposition. Feeling better, I used the time I had that day to do very little of any worth, which was good. Admittedly, I did try to fix the leaking washing machine (which I may have accomplished; I'll have to ask Andrea since she used it today) and to install the gas connection to the dryer, which task was stymied by a too-short gas line. Beyond that, I read a bit and toyed with the idea of buying a membership to Librarything, which I do believe I will do. A combination of anal-retentively organizing things with playing with books? Try and keep my away!!

The best stuff that happened though was sitting down to watch a movie with my beloved. We watched Comic Book Villians, which was interesting, but not relevant to my next observation.

There has sometimes been an imbalance between my wanting to snuggle up with

wooisme and her just wanting to watch the movie. Though we've had trouble striking a balance on some not infrequent past occasions, Monday evening was perfect. She sat and watched the movie while I, my eyes mostly on the screen, laid down on the couch, my legs angled up and over the pile of cushions in the corner of it, and put my head up against her thigh. She rested her hand on my hair and together we watched. As I said, the movie was good, but the elation of having finally found something that, I hope, really works for movie watching for the both of us was the real magic of the night.

I will admit that I am far from the most secure person in the world. A lot of my reassurance relys on touch, so I'm sure I can be a real pain to my love when she's stressed and not feeling cuddly. So, when we sat down to watch a movie on Monday evening and we again got ourselves into place, my head resting on my beloved, her hand scritching my fur, it was wonderful. *murrrs*

Oh, the movie? It was The Graduate. *grins* There are so many classic movies I haven't seen yet: that was a very good start on them.