This was perhaps inevitable.
I am heading back to work tomorrow (while that too was inevitable, that’s not the inevitability to which I was referring). I have been on holiday for three weeks. I was able to stay home, if need be, any one of those twenty-one days. Tonight, my kitchen sink plugged up permanently, and a plumber must come in and clear the pipe.
That means I will have to sequester not just Parker, but all the cats, for the day. Parker will be in the library, as always, but the four perma-cats will go into the bedroom, with the requisite litter-boxes and water. They won’t like it, especially Cammie, but they won’t kill each other. I hope.
If this had happened any other day in June, I could have remained at home for the plumber’s visit. The cats need not have been packed away and I could make sure all were safe. As it is, I am not certain when the plumber will come tomorrow, or even if he can come tomorrow. The beasts may have to spend more than one day locked up. Timing is everything – and I didn’t have it in this case.
However, that aside, my holiday was a good one. I am not one who goes back to work ‘re-charged’, ‘energised’, or what have you. Less than one minute back at work and it will be as if I had never left. But the days off I had were enjoyable in and of themselves, and for that, I am grateful. I was able to accomplish a great deal that needed doing and I relaxed, as well. Not everyone has that luxury.
Now, I start the count-down until my next holidays. That too is inevitable.