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	February 12th, 2005 I spent my first official night back in the condo. I think I'm actually happier about it than I expected. I've said before that I do love living here. It's always felt like home to me. I'm just comfortable here. That's part of the reason I was so pleased that Matt lived here while I was galavanting around the country. I felt better knowing the person here was someone I knew and would take care of the place. The carpet in the bedrooms is new and very pretty. It feels good on my bare feet. And the bedrooms are bigger than I remembered. I guess that's just perspective. The bedroom in the apt was itty bitty, so by contrast, this one is frickin' huge. The kitties are not so happy to be back in the condo, because they are locked in the hall bathroom. I feel bad that they can't sleep with me anymore, but they are part of the reason I needed new carpet. I can't take the risk this time. Zeus will probably be allowed in. I used to let him in before. He is a dedicated user of his litter box, so I'm not concerned. The girls, however, seem to have a laissez-pee policy around carpets, rugs, bathmats, towels left on the floor, etc. Interestingly, though, in the process of ruining the carpet in the apt, Eris never peed in the bedroom. I will never understand cats. Speaking of the fuzzy-faced kids, as my parents used to call them, I learned an important lesson yesterday: Don't pack the kitty drugs before you've drugged the kitties. I was really worried about what would happen when the time came to get them into the travel cases. Usually, they are floppy and pliable from the drugs and can be poured in the carriers. In their unaltered state, I was afraid there would be battles of epic proportions. Surprisingly, after some howling and hissing, they all went into the boxes. And they actually made less noise on the drive over. They were rewarded with a handful of fresh catnip from the garden. They were happy about that. I've been trying to arrange the furniture in different ways. It's interesting that I seem to be comparing this to the "last time." Everything feels familiar, but different. I'm still trying to sort out my head as I sort out the boxes. Incidentally, I think the movers (who were TWO AND HALF HOURS EARLY! WITHOUT CALLING!) dropped off boxes that don't belong to me. I can't own this much stuff. Can I? I'll have to figure it out later. I have to find some breakfast and get ready for work. yay.

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