I was actually considering going home tonight and spending the weekend in my condo. Only it’s not what I really want to do, it’s just another attempt at trying to keep Alexa at a distance and I’m done trying to do it when it doesn’t work anyway. I don’t want to go the weekend without Alexa. Last weekend went well, surprisingly enough. Saturday was a lazy day with Alexa going grocery shopping while I worked on the balcony and then inside when it got too muggy. She wrote then cooked lunch, she talked me into watching movies with her in the evening while we talked. Sunday was more of the same with her writing while I worked. It wasn’t about anything we did, it was about spending time with Alexa that made it the best weekend I’ve had in years.
My doctor takes one look at the bite and confirms Alexa’s fear that it’s infected. I share my troubles with the cat hating me as an invader. The nurse, K’areena pipes up with a suggestion that floors me.
As a multiple cat owner and a regular volunteer at the local PAWS she diagnosis Felix as lonely and recommends a kitten to calm him. I do not think it is fair to sacrifice a kitten to the demonic cat. She assures me that I won’t be and promises to help me pick out the perfect kitten. I agree to try because I’m pretty sure Alexa will not agree to putting Felix on a daily dose of sedatives. The time set to meet her at the Lincoln Park adoption center I go from the doctor’s office to lunch with Drake.
“I’m sorry to push you back to next weekend to plan updates. There is way more in the way of repairs than I thought there would be. Your architect and I are going over the necessary versus what can be done. We’ll have a better idea of everything next weekend.”
“I’m in no rush, don’t worry about it.”
“How are you doing at Alexa’s?”
“It has only been a week, there is not much to tell. It is a bit of a pain getting up early to go workout at home before going to work. My hours spent working have declined. I thought I would miss it, yet I find I do not. I am also sleeping better, all the way through the night six or seven hours.” I grab my neck, not believing I am saying it out loud. “I thought it would feel small except it doesn’t. I can’t believe we are in this little condo, only it isn’t tight or claustrophobic, it feels just right.” The same way giving into Alexa’s demand to move beyond the hotel room felt right.