I have no idea what I am still doing up. Bill’s at work so no chance of talking to him, but I still find myself hoping to catch him online. Though even if I did he’s so busy at the moment, I seem to just end up hanging waiting for sporadic IMs, my head caving in, getting frustrated. I perked up no end when I booked my flight to see him, but now I feel so blue and mopey again. Can’t sleep. I can’t do this. Thank God it’s only 16 days until I don’t have to look at my pooter for three whole weeks. I hate my pooter right now, but I can’t get away from it.
Nanna and Aunty Jenny came over for lunch today. Matt too. Molly almost behaved herself around Nanna. Nan seemed to like her, but won’t go near her at all so we had to continually ensure that Molly was being held or in a different room at all times. Course, the one time our attention lapsed we were at the dining room table and Molls snuck all the way between everyone’s legs, pounced on Nan’s feet and settled down. Nanna screamed and I had to capture the puppy quick.