Pig Out

Tea: Blood Orange (herbal) with honey.

Music: Bill Withers, "Lean on Me"

Time: Night.

The guinea pig went home tonight, after a two-week visit while his owners were in Florida.

No more being squeaked at every time I walk into the living room from the kitchen (which contains the fridge, which contained the baby carrots, which of course were due as tribute to Pig-Pig, or Max, or Peaches, or whatever his name is.)

No more trying to corral a squirming furball, then keep him from darting under the furniture while his bedding's being changed.

And no more "I'll let you rub me under the chin right now, but I'm probably going to dash off to the other side of the cage in five seconds" fickleness.

You know what?

I miss him already.