It figures. Yesterday was somewhat nice and sunny, and my fiance
(I'm still getting used to that one!
) had the day off work and drove me to work. Today, it's pouring rain (and raining sideways, thanks to all the wind), and I have to take the bus. Boo. I've been at work for close to an hour and my pants are still wet; I don't even want to look
at my sweater ... it's probably still dripping!
I got woken up this morning around 4am by Oz, in all his fat majesty, climbing up onto my pillow and licking my forehead. He usually reserves that kind of affection for his father, but J had wisely buried his face under his comforter (I can't do that -- I feel like I'm suffocating if I cover my head with the blankets). Oz was very persistent and had to be put out in the hall; when I got up later to take my shower, he followed me into the bathroom and tried to sit on my lap while I was on the toilet. Note to self: Oz needs his claws trimmed.