Hello. I had a good day at work yesterday. I was running around–OK, walking around, doing more things than usual. I got to work today at 7:55! I’m cat sitting for a friend during Christmas. My life has come to that. Not only do I have my own cats, I’m offering to watch other people’s cats. Anyway, we arranged that I would call him on Sunday to pick up the keys. I call, busy. Call back in an hour, busy. He e-mailed later and said he was having computer problems. So, we agreed, I’d pick them up Monday after work. I call and get the machine. I go home, get off the bus close to where he lives–way out of my way–and call again. Again, the machine. He wrote me this morning saying sorry he wasn’t at home, he went to go see a movie! Well, why didn’t you call or write me letting me know this ahead of time! I’m not a mind reader. Is that wrong or what? I’m so angry, AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Internet acting, thank you.