Sleep and Cats

This power outage in Queens is insane. We had a regional blackout three years ago--not just the entire city, but many other states as well--and it was resolved quicker than this. I feel terrible for my buds--if anyone needs to sleep in the A/C, I got lots of room, as long as you don't mind kitties prancing over you.

On that subject--the Terrible Tabbies have become quite nocturnal lately. Tatia still hisses at Tibby from time to time, but they're--not playing, exactly, but certainly not fighting. They're interacting, chasing each other, and Tatia is roaming ALL OVER the apartment, and deliberately knocking stuff down. My cat TC (my childhood black tabby--I got him when I was 10, and he lived until I was 29) used to LOVE to knock stuff off my bureau, and then look over to see if I noticed. He especially loved knocking off the green turtle candle. It was a game with us. Like all my other cats he was vewwy vewwy bad. But I digress--Tatia and Tibby are romping around all night, which is great because it means Tatia isn't moping, she's getting exercise. But it also means I CAN'T SLEEP.

It's also hard sleeping because I still haven't found curtains that will block the light out completely. I need complete darkness when I sleep.

Ain't too proud to beg

Had a cute, cinematic experience last night. I was entering the building, and was walking behind a security guard who started to sing I know you want to leave me... and I piped up But I refuuuuse to let you go...He turned around and we started singing together until I reached the Tower C elevator bank. At this point we were in the chorus anyway--he was singing Ain't too proud to beg... and I was vocalizing the instrumental doo doo, doodoo, doo doo, doodoo... He said to me, "The Temptations..." and I said "I love the Temps!" As I turned into the door to my elevator bank, he said "Take care of yourself, sweetheart."

It was like something out of a movie!

Followup

I finally screwed my guts to the sticking point and called U-Haul to ask for a refund. I was prepared to have to harangue them, to offer affadavits and documents and copies and blahblahblah. And frankly, interpersonal conflict of any kind makes my stomach hurt. I'm a WASP, I loathe confrontation. But Will, the customer service representative to whom I spoke, had all the documents in front of him already--because it was all in the original email I received, confirming my reservation was until 4. I was on hold for a little bit but then he came back on and said I would be getting a refund for that extra day. I expected much more of a fight--he said "normally there might be more to prove but it's all in the original reservation." I thanked him fervently.

I'm going to mail a copy of the refund to that woman, with a photo of me smiling triumphantly. What a thoroughly unpleasant person. I'm glad I won. I hope they take it out of her profits or fees or whatever. Then I hope she goes out of business

I may hate confrontation but I can be damn vindictive.