I’ve also been trying to find a way to keep Freddie and Jeff living happily under one roof. They don’t get along at nighttime, when Jeff is trying to sleep and Freddie is meowing from 3 to 6 a.m. outside our door, or purring at full volume in our ears. He literally puts his nose inside my ear and runs his motor until it goes hoarse. If we don’t let him in the bedroom, he cries, simultaneously jumping upwards toward the door handle in hopes of latching onto it. He eventually grabs the handle, and the door swings open and he runs inside our room. (That’s right. Freddie can open doors.)
But lastly, and most importantly, I’ve been trying to get ready for my trip to—drum roll, please—Amsterdam! I’m leaving this Friday for The Netherlands, where I’ll be working for one week at Nike’s European headquarters. I’m guessing when I’m there, I’ll have plenty of time to blog about the trip, what with the bad TV and all. I’m just hoping I don’t fry my bangs to a crisp with my American hair appliances. (I learned about this the hard way, on my last trip.) Crossing my fingers for successful voltage conversion!