The roommate (a.k.a. “Himself”) had to go in to work today for a day of overtime, and left at 5:30 in the morning, which meant that he’s not home all day cleaning and putting his house in order, which meant that I didn’t have to be out of the house by 8:00 sharp.
Not that it did me any real good. When I heard him leave, I neglected to shut off the alarm clock on my phone so it went off at 7:25 anyway. I shut it off then and intended to go back to sleep, but no more sleep was forthcoming. After lying around awake until 9:00, I decided to just get up.
Oh, well. At least I didn’t have to rush to get out of here. I could take my time and, best of all, I could take a shower! I really didn’t want to skip that two days in a row as we’re currently having a heat wave here, and humidity makes me, er, funky.
On another note, his birthday was last Monday, and I still owe him a dinner out. But I haven’t yet had the nerve to ask him when or where he wants to go. He’s always already asleep by the time I get home in the evening or else is staring at his phone and doesn’t appear to be in the mood for talking. He’s so moody and mercurial, I have to deal with him carefully. You never know what might set him off.
Maybe I’ll just text him or send him a PM on Facebook.