The beaver is a proud and noble animal

Etienne gave me a ride to the parental units' place tonight. I have to say that I wasn't the best company in the car, as my usual defense mechanism (i.e. falling asleep in any sort of transportation vehicle) coupled with the heating in his car kept making me fall asleep.

I'm here this weekend to do a few errands: fix my dad's computer, get my kimono patched up (it was torn in a moment of … ahem… enough of that) and deliver a cock to my mom. I'm also bringing Katy's jeans here so they can be shipped back to the UK.

Slow but busy weekend ahead. I have tons of work-related reading to do, which I'll get done while I'm re-installing apps on my dad's computer. Oh, and I found a stow-away in my bag while I was unpacking. A certain lion is now on my bed downstairs :)

Dont know why theres no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I aint together
Keeps raining all the time
Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather
Just cant get my poor old self together
Im weary all the time

Hee hee hee :D

I'd been in email conversation with the hotel manager to confirm my reservations and all, when I wrote in the last email:

I've been reading online reviews of the hotel and I must say I'm looking forward to my stay. I did run across something interesting on [a british hotel reservation website] that mentions a free bottle of champagne for 2 or more guests staying 2 or more nights. Would it be horribly cheeky of me to ask to if this could be applied post-reservation? *grin*

The response:

A bottle of Champagne it is *smile*

You have to love the british :D

Spent last night watching the US election returns with the boys. Most people thought that there would be a decision last night. I had my doubts. Events have proved me right. I wish I wasn't :( I feel it in my bones that dubya is going to win, and that scares me. Everybody left round 11:30, as we are all old fogeys. I was asleep before my head touched the pillows.

I confirmed my reservation at a nice-looking London hotel. Lookee here. The room is 50 pounds a night. If you want your own en-suite bathroom, it's 80 pounds. Now I'm sorry, but I'm not paying 30 pounds (67$ canadian) for a bathroom. I don't mind using the common facilities on the floor. Besides, the hotel only has 17 rooms, and 5 floors, with one loo per floor (and about half the rooms have en-suite facilities). Michel and I had worse odds when we were in a B&B in New Orleans.

I am working on a surprise full of shiny, pretty things :D

From today's Sinfest

Actually managed to sleep ok, but I think that's just because I was so tired last night. I changed the sheets on the bed – not by choice, but rather by obligation – so my pillows smell of bounce rather than of Katy. Sucks. Weird random moment: waking up in the middle of the night at the usual time Katy went to the bathroom…

Boris seems to be looking for Katy. Normally, first thing he did when he was let into the room was to jump on the bed and attack her feet. Now, he's just mewling around my legs and he hasn't even jumped on the bed. He just kind of went to her side of it, stood up on his hind paws, sniffed around and looked at me funny.

I was feeling mopey right now, until I looked up above my monitor and saw Parsley, and that made me feel better :)

Sara and I drove Katy to the airport. Even though we spent a looooong time waiting in line, it didn't seem long enough, and then Katy was behind the gate doors and my eyes got suspiciously moist. Sara kept us laughing as long as she could while we were waiting, to the expense of a few new bruises on her body, but I still had a heavy heart.

As I'm writing this, Katy is probably taxiing to the take-off runway on her way back home. Me? I'm at my sister's place, fixing her computer (the usual :P), and watching the Gala de l'Adisq. I didn't feel like being alone right just now… I can only imagine what Katy is going through. I know I was happy to have Sara during the drive to my sister's place. I hope she's going to be ok *sends good thoughts her way*. I know the happy-face tissue she left me was put to good use.

I have no idea what's going to happen when I get home tonight. For the past month, I've been happier than I've ever been. It dawned on my a few times during the day that she wouldn't be there tomorrow when I got home. Wouldn't be a warm presence next to me when I went to sleep. I wouldn't be able to meet her for lunch, and talk about what she was going to do that day, or what we were going to make for dinner. When I get home tonight, the apartment will be empty – the cat doesn't really count. I don't know how I'm going to handle that, to be perfectly honest.

I know that I'm going to see her in 7 weeks, and that I'll probably be so busy with work and odd projects here and there that time will just seem to fly by. Tonight though, will be rough. I miss her already. I love her. At least she left me her lion :)

We're packing up Katy's things. I just burned all the pictures we took on her trip to CD. There are 843, that take up just over 1GB of disk space. That's scary… As for how I'm feeling right now… I don't really want to think about it :(