Weirdness

Today was kind of a weird day. Terri left for Santa Rosa as usual, only she's not coming home until Thursday. That in itself is weird. Then the whole day was a little off... not in any big way, it just felt a little strange. My tummy hurt, I felt really empty all day (missing Terri, trying to remind myself she's coming home every weekend), etc.

Coming home has been fine, I've gotten a lot of things done, made a healthy dinner (pasta primavera with squash and green beans), did some art, etc. Then Terri called, to report on the new place. It just sounds weird. She says that the kitchen looks like someone is living there right now. Open bottles of wine, a fridge full of food... except that the food is moldy! ew! And there's even mold on leftover coffee in a coffeemaker pot! That is so gross. Frankly, I'm a little shocked. She says there's a cut onion, some open coconut milk, etc. In varying degrees of freshness (or moldiness). It just sounds gross. So, she's going to email the guy tomorrow and find out what's the deal. You would think, even if it were your vacation home that you went up to fairly often, that you would at least clean out the fridge and make sure the coffeepot was clean before someone who was paying you money to stay there, got there.

She says it's a mixture of nice, and gross. It just sounds weird. The guy was supposed to go up on Thursday and 'get it cleaned up.' I'm actually kind of angry. That's just unacceptable. If she were staying there for free, it's still gross, but maybe I could be a little more forgiving. But she's paying him to stay there three nights a week. Moldy coffeepots?

Anyway. We'll see how it works out. I have a feeling this might not be The Place. Yuck.

So, tonight it's just me and Katie hanging out on the bed. The other girls are hovering around the bed. Everyone seems a little anxious. They're probably picking up on my own anxiety. I'm not feeling terribly anxious, but (I'm a little ashamed to admit) I get really nervous staying by myself. I'm okay in hotel rooms by myself, but I feel oddly exposed and vulnerable staying in houses or apartments by myself. I think partially I just worry about someone coming in (although that has never happened to me), and partially I'm just a big scaredy-cat when it comes to the dark. I think I'm more afraid of bogeymen, ghosts and things that go bump in the night than I am of some actual person coming in.

Probably because my mind believes that I have real experience with bogeymen and ghosts, but not with actual real intruders. So the bogeymen seem like the actual threat.

Anyway, the kitties will protect me. Right? Right.