Phoney

I've finally managed to leave my cell phone at home while I'm at work. I'm actually quite amazed that this has not occurred already in the nine months that I've been here. So I'm currently off the map, impossible to contact, aside from the fact that I've given my immediate family several ways to contact me in the interim. But it's more fun to pretend that I'm unreachable and will have a bevy of texts and missed calls waiting me when I make my grand return, and not the reality that all my phone screen will show me is just the time. Much more fun.

Also fun is to imagine that Moxy and Grover have taken my phone from my nightstand and figured out how to use it, pressing the buttons with their paws. I like to think that I'll come home and see them laying across a number of boxes filled with scratching posts and strings and treats they ordered over the phone, sleeping away the surf and turf they had delivered for lunch.

Today is one of those days where I forget to pee. Not because I'm overly busy, per say, just because I'm a slightly distracted to the point of ignoring my bladder. No worries, I just returned from the bathroom, but I keep drinking water. I'm more tired than I deserve to be today, but I need to go deliver something to the lab, so I'm going to leave it at that.