Not the drama

In all "teh drama" about not being able to reach Ellen this week, I keep forgetting that some other things have happened this week.

My cat finally attempted to catch the ceiling fan. The way our entertainment center is arranged, the ends of the ceiling fan sweep over it. Usually, there's just enough clearance for a cat to walk under it, or we just don't have it running. Well, the other morning, it was running, and Dante must have stood just a little taller than usual, because the tip of the blade just clipped his ear. Startled the living daylights out of him. He figured out what did it pretty quick, then sat there for a moment, watching it spin, then we see the paw dart up as he tried to catch the blades. Of course, he stopped being cute as soon as Matt went for the camera. :-P Cat is unharmed, by the way. No damage to ear or paw from the encounters with the fan.

Alan, the production supervisor at work, has moved to the Apex store, where he'll be the PDS supervisor. This means that at our store now, there are Ben, Rob, Keith, Tim, and me. When I started, there were four more associates. Cameron, Art, Christine and Jason have all left. At least Christine and Art put in notices. Cameron and Jason just stopped showing up.
( Work-related ranting )

And I found cute flannel material with wolves on it at WalMart for $2 a yard, so I'm going to make pajama pants for Matt, to go with his wolfie shirt, and his wolfie blanket, and the two wolfie pillows his mom made him.... Prewashing fabric now; if I can find the pattern, he'll have new pajama pants when he gets home from work in the morning. :)

Sigh

Doctor Who premieres tonight on SciFi. I started watching it, but fifteen minutes in, wandered off. I'm taping the two hours of it tonight; I'll watch it for real tomorrow with Matt.

I called Ellen's mom today, got the answering machine. I tried not to leave too weird a message, just saying I hadn't seen her online since Sunday, and there was no answer on her phone. Asked if she knew if anything was going on, or if she had phone numbers for Ellen's roommates. Left my phone number and e-mail.

I hate feeling like this. I don't like not knowing. My nervous worrying has Matt worried now; I was leaving the message with Wendy just as he was getting ready to leave. He told me to call him at work if I find out anything adverse.

I should be sewing. I washed the wolfie flannel for Matt's pants, and the silky/flannelly material I bought for my new pajamas, but I just don't feel like it. I should be mixing the veggie mixture for the salad I'm taking to work tomorrow, but I don't feel like it.

My brain is even wondering, "Maybe she's not sick; maybe there's nothing wrong with her phone or her internet. Maybe she's avoiding you."

Gah. I just want to know, to stop the infernal nervous worrying. I'm going to give myself an ulcer worrying about this, or make myself throw up from nerves.

If I still lived in OH, I'd be about ready to jump in the car and drive the two and a half hours to find out what's going on. But I live 8 hours away now, and I don't have gas money, or time off from work.

I hate not knowing. I should be used to it; no one ever tells me anything anyway. But I'm not. She's my best friend, my longest friend, and I worry, especially when she's had as rough a year health-wise as she has the last year.