Sweet Nothings

So far this Monday -- and it's just about noontime:

1. There was a big forest-dwelling rat in the downstairs apartment that caused quite a commotion just after 5 a.m. (I should add that I live in a house in a forest where the house was built on top of a lot of animal homes and now the animals, not knowing what kind of house I keep but hoping it's cleaner than dirt, would rather live inside my house than outside in the cold.)
2. It's very windy outside. 
   
3. We had a small earthquake (4.4 outside of Morgan Hill). 
   
4. I'm having my taxes done at 2 p.m. 

Last year, I'd made my tax appointment but canceled last minute because I was still in the throws of chemo and the throws of not caring about the government. They can shove it. I asked my tax guy to file an extension for me but he didn't or maybe he decided the government could shove it too. I didn't care if I ever did my taxes again. In fact, at one point I actually considered dying instead of doing my taxes. It would have made life so much easier.

I spoke to Chris on Sunday. Turns out, his friend Satan never showed to go on the trip. I'm sure Satan has bigger fish to fry -- so many people's lives to ruin. So Chris is traveling throughout Italy and Germany with his German friend, Brunhilda Thomas, and they are having a gay old time. Today they would be in Due Laghi before going back into Germany via the Italian Alps. 

I didn't think I'd miss Chris as much as I do. I told my sister that I spoke with him. I told her too, that I could tell that he was really missing me (he admitted as much). She said, "Good, I'm glad he's suffering." That just cracked me up.

I wonder if he'd be suffering more or less if Satan had gone with him? Actually I already know the answer to that question.