TRiPping

Ever since Nolan left, Milo has had all this stored up energy from being home alone all day, and boy: does he use it when I get home. So far he's hunted me around corners, leapt off of the armoir at me, and pounced on my legs while I walked down the hall. It's like he has no fear of discipline now that it's just me and him. And I think he is going to learn quick who's boss, because I could step on him as easily as not.

One of these days when I get my life back from my 9-5 (some joke!), I'll do exciting things with my after-hours and tell you all about it. For now, I have to resign myself to bed just to start all over again tomorrow. Sigh.