Last day. Donna gets in at 3:40. The doggies and I will be at the airport to pick her up. I had thought she was coming home yesterday. When I blocked out her away days on the computer calendar I shorted the trip by a day, and it wasn’t until double-checking the arrival time before heading to the airport yesterday I discovered the mistake. Plan A was to make dinner so she could unwind, but the extra day’s wait has taken the wind out of my sails and we’re on to Plan B: takeout.
Thus endeth, or at least sloweth down, my “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” marathon. I’m into the fifth season, more engaged than ever (if that’s even possible), but with Donna home we’ll be watching other things. Maybe I can squeeze in single episodes late at night, after Donna goes to bed. It really is too bad I couldn’t get her interested in the show.
Little Maxie, the auxiliary dachshund, is Donna’s familiar (as Schatzi is mine). For two weeks Maxie has pined for her, day and night. She’ll be beside herself later today. I can tell Schatzi misses Donna too, because she’s been staying closer to me than ever … wherever I go, Schatzi’s at my side. Maxie only gets close when I sit down in front of the TV with dinner on a tray, as I did on Sunday:
And hey, wait a minute … maybe Maxie & Schatzi think Donna and I are their familiars. Tell you what, if we have souls so do they. How can anyone deny it?
So anyway, a red-letter day. In the good way. More soon.