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Before mak­ing my way into #104 on Mon­day, the 16^th, I spent the major­ity of Home­less Week™ at Casa de los Assaultreys. My cats spent that time at my par­ents’ place.

I have two cats. Their names are Sgt Pep­per and Billy Shears.

While there was a decided improve­ment in their demeanor from the day I left them until the day I picked them up, Sgt Pep­per and Billy Shears never did fully relax dur­ing their stay. Their uneasi­ness, grow­ing with each day of pack­ing at Unit #312, built up steadily dur­ing the car ride to The Zu Haus. Once they arrived they then found them­selves con­fined to the piano room, wholly unfa­mil­iar and with two vocal chi­huahuas named Coco and Paloma within earshot.

It was no sur­prise they found every pos­si­ble hid­ing place.

I stayed there the first night, sit­ting with them while try­ing to work. They were rel­a­tively fine with me in the room, slowly explor­ing, but would dash out of sight the moment I’d leave the room. My dad was wor­ried they might make them­selves sick by not eat­ing their food or drink­ing their water, but I didn’t think that would be the case. Ner­vous or not, I fig­ured these cats would eat at least a lit­tle. It’s in their nature and their personality.

It made more sense for me to stay with Roger and Gia than to stay at The Zu Haus. Every­thing I had planned for that week — secur­ing Pueblo Pleasar, head­ing to The Doll Fac­tory for prac­tice, fArt Dept. meet­ing at Villa Vul­vie, get­ting to The Rad Pad to record show num­ber 39 of The Rad Dudes — either involved the de los Assaultreys or was closer to their place.

Most of Home­less Week™ was spent work­ing and think­ing. I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing lately, espe­cially since return­ing from the whirl­wind that was Roller­Con. I’m hop­ing things will finally start to set­tle after I get every­thing moved into Pueblo Pleasar on Thurs­day, but I doubt that’ll be the case.

It’d be nice to take a short vaca­tion, but noth­ing comes into mind as a des­ti­na­tion. I sup­pose if there were no cost con­sid­er­a­tion I’d find my way to Japan for a short while, but that’s in a world of “what ifs”, a world not worth spend­ing too much spec­u­la­tion over. Besides, there’s still much to be done before I can begin to relax enough to relax.

I made my way back to The Zu Haus on Sun­day, the 15^th. Once again I sat with the cats while try­ing to work. This proved to be rather dif­fi­cult; they meowed inces­santly and kept rub­bing into my hands and arms mak­ing work a chal­lenge. Mov­ing to a dif­fer­ent room didn’t help much. Their meows seemed to come more fre­quently the fur­ther I got from them.

Even with­out all of my things, it felt good to begin to get set­tled into Pueblo Pleasar. Sgt Pep­per and Billy Shears have been eas­ing into their new sur­round­ings pretty well. I’m sure it helps hav­ing me there along with some pos­ses­sions they’re accus­tomed to. They’re prob­a­bly also lik­ing that I don’t go into a sep­a­rate bed­room to sleep now. The increased neigh­bor­hood noise still star­tles them, but that will go away with time.

I think I’ll finally start to feel set­tled once my inter­net is set up in 8 days. While it’s nice being a short walk from La Ofic­ina, it’s not exactly what I’d call con­ve­nient. There are far too many dis­trac­tions there to be as pro­duc­tive as I could be.

Pueblo Pleasar, being sans-​internet, is also with­out stream­ing Net­flix for the time being. My DVD player is in stor­age until Thurs­day. Shoddy over-​the-​air tele­vi­sion has been increas­ingly frus­trat­ing. I’ve found myself liv­ing in my head­phones at home for the time being.

Notwith­stand­ing the increased neigh­bor­hood noise, nights at #104 feel strangely quiet. That, too, will go away with time.

All that’s left now is to find the time to find the time.