As of last night, I am now completely moved back into my apartment. The floors are done and I have a new toilet installed and a new sink to go into the bathroom.
I will have to get used to the hard floors, and I will likely need to mop often to maintain a level of cleanliness, but without carpets, the ninjas have no place to hide except for the places that the cats have already claimed.
I still have a lot of work to do. There are several pieces of furniture which need to be moved back into place along the wall; I need to finish organizing a few things and Shishou’s fusion reactor needs to be cleaned. All in all, it’s been a crazy two weeks, much of which I was staying at my mother’s place along with my cats in a small bedroom not much larger than an oversized closet.
Thankfully, my mother, stepfather and sister had the patience of saints, and put up with my bizarre antics for almost two weeks. Aside from my neurotic dietary habits, outdated computer hardware (no wireless internet) and my need to sleep with a fan on so the stagnant air monsters can’t get me, I have a few minor quirks that can cause problems, even with family. For instance, my need to be completely clothed in the shower just in case my mother peeks in; the fact that using a bathroom in complete silence allows you to hear your digestive system’s final expulsion of yesterday’s lunch; that my cats failed to come to any bipartisan territory agreements with the dogs; that the cars driving past my mother’s house at night beam strange, haunting patterns which ghost nightmarishly across the ceiling and that a pair of cats locked up in a bedroom at night have nothing to do except chase each other across the bed, carefully planting their feet directly into my groin with each step.
But all that is over now, and the only problems I have at this point are that I have to wash my hands in the kitchen sink instead of the bathroom and that I really need to mop my new floor. I mean, it is filthy.
Oh yeah, and my truck needs a new ball joint, so there’s that too.