Nervousness, really. I have no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow, really. I mean, going into it, I know what’s going to happen, but there’s a difference between knowing intellectually and experiencing it, you know?
I was able to distract myself for mot of the day since my mom came out to the house for breakfast. We ended up going into town to eat since neither of us really felt like cooking (she’s worried that she’s getting another hernia, which is no bueno, given that she just had to take time off work to get two others repaired). I also filled the car up with gas at the only place in town that hadn’t gone up to almost four dollars a gallon, and we spent wayyyyy too much time at the animal shelter. Which worked out for the best, since she adopted an adorable little bobcat-lookalike to be friends with the cat she adopted around the same time we brought home Prometheus and Tesla.
Maybe I’ll be able to sleep tonight? Okay, probably not, but a girl can dream, right?
I guess the next time I post, I’ll be updating with pictures of the Munchkin. Holy cow, I don’t know that I ever thought I’d be saying that, even after all this time!