Right after quarantining began, my single-minded husband decided he HAD to drive to California to pick up his new boat. So I moved into the guesthouse while he was gone, as I refused to get infected due to his stupidity.
Am truly loving living single. Quieter (he watches horrid westerns and CNN nearly 20 hours a day). Cleaner (he's a true pig). We visit each other a couple times a day, and text.
Luther is mostly here, and Sofia's still her Daddy's girl (but loves to visit because BISCUITS).
We take turns getting supplies from town when needed, probably once a week each.
After about a week here, I got stung by a scorpion in the middle of the night in bed, and have slept on the couch since. One quilt, one pillow, easier to scout for them there. The bed has too much bedding.
Found out I really CAN put that big water jug into the dispenser by myself, and hook up a propane bottle myself. I think I've lost weight, my underwear is looser. Only wear pajamas, so can't really tell. Mostly just snacks. Couple times a week I'll cook something and invite him to dinner.
With my Netflix, Acorn, Hulu, Amazon Prime, Britbox, and CBS all-access, I stay entertained.
Plus, now there's this: I have a new pet.
Note to self: If the cat wants to come inside after dark, first turn on the light and get your glasses.
Luther had a Kangaroo Rat in his mouth. Quite lively. He and I worked for 20 minutes trying to catch it, to no avail. Turns out they can climb brick walls. Luther leaves fresh mouse parts on the door mat every day, but has NEVER caught one in the house, plus google says Kanga is nocturnal, when Luther's out hunting.
Kanga stays under the kitchen or bathroom counter, but makes occasional appearances when I'm on the toilet or the couch. SO cute! Huge eyes, big cheeks, long tail with a plume on the end. I'm often up for a few of the wee hours, and leave the door open, hoping she'll run outside. But after 2 days, I was afraid she'd starve to death and die under the kitchen or bathroom counter, so now I feed her. She likes Ritz crackers and whole almonds. Mice don't starve in the other house, between Ron and the dog they can graze off what's dropped on the floor forever.
Today I opened a dresser drawer for fresh jammies, and she was there. Blinked a couple times, not alarmed. I was actually able to wrap her in a dish towel and was en route to the door when she wriggled out of it and leapt to the brick wall. Back under the dresser.
I put an almond under there. Wish she'd eat scorpions...
