Smoothie

Up before D got up this morning. He'd been awake through the night, so I'm always glad to let him sleep when he can. I wanted to take a photo of Moby on the balcony, and could not find the camera. When D got up, he had no idea either. Several hours and the begin of The Cleaning, and I finally remembered fussing with the strap ends, and putting it... well, that took a bit longer, but eventually found it hung on the coat rack. It was me. I apologized to D for thinking it was him. But then, he couldn't find the roll of velcro straps to contain the plethora of cords and cables behind the desk when it came to that. After a trip out to get more and milk and a few other things, it was in one of the places I thought it might be - after a lot more searching. It's been one of those days, but with good results.



Moby staying out of the way while the silly humans disrupt his territory.





Back having a small freak-out, stim on. This is what happens. Still, a clean bathroom floor, shredding done, vacuuming, clean kitchen. And all the dust gone from the table.

What's more, fruit smoothies. D does very nice ones.




Dinner with D's family, parents, brother and sister-in-law. Getting more comfortable over the years, and I've really warmed to my SIL. Not like we'll be bestest buddies, but she's definitely grown on me. D's dad not happy that his son is 41. That we've been together 20 years goes down better. They've backed off on the religion issue, although they still bring up church news as though we'd be interested. Not about to call them on it, simple deflection and non-commital noises seem to have worked without causing upset.