Oct 11, 2009 13:08
Sometimes, I hate where I live.
About ten minutes ago there was a rolling crash so loud the floor and furniture shook. Then Ian and I looked outside and there was a smoky cloud all around our block and the smell of burning rubber. Not a minute later there was the sound of sirens, followed by the yowling of fighting cats beneath our floorboards.
I don't know what happened. Well, I know cats like to hide in the crawlspaces under our building. I've often seen Purrl or Jet or the tortie zip under there myself. I'm at a loss as to what the burning rubber and smoke is about, and I don't want to go outside and deal with the fumes.
I'm also sick. I mentioned Little Dylan wiped his nose on my shirt, but I know that's not what did it. Some of the kids have been getting sniffly and sluggish, so it was really inevitable.
Ian is making me tea right now, and I'm going to spend the day catching up on "True Blood." I have to be well by Monday to go to work, then an interview, then a psychologist so I can be trained as a non-professional supervisor.