My cat sitting stint ended at 6:30am this morning when the owners came home, a half hour earlier than expected. I started clean up at 6am when I got home from spending the night out, thinking an hour should be enough time to do what I needed. I had only gotten through rinsing the dishes and dumping them into the dishwasher, cleaning out the two cat litter boxes, filling up their humidifiers when I got the call that they were downstairs at the D&D. Holy crap! 5 minutes was all I had left! And so started the crazy mad dash around the house. I made the bed, tossed their gazillion pillows back on in a semi-orderly fashion, filled up the cat food bowls, collected my clothes into one heap and was attempting to dump the overflowing trash bucket in their bathroom when I heard “We’re Home!”I still had the 4 bags of kitty litter trash sitting on their kitchen floor to toss and some weird looking possible-cat-vomit stain on their carpet to clean, and personal items scattered in their bathroom, not to mention my pile of clothes in their bedroom.

I should explain that they are a tidy couple and would expect their home be in the same condition they left it. Within two days of staying there, I had it shiteously messy.

Anyway, they were cool about the bit of mess left over. Or just too tired to care. I was paid, given a nice Vegas t-shirt and went on my way.

It was cold out, though not nearly as bad as the days before. I was prepared for it with layers of clothes I had not changed out of from yesterday morning. I was unshowered, all bundled up, and carrying my overstuffed bags. And wandering downtown. I felt very much like a hobo. I walked by a bank and a crazed-glassy eyed man was inside looking out, with his thumb and index finger in his mouth whistling. Loudly. Short continuous blasts. He took a breath and started again, looking quite content with his talent. I wondered if he was going to pass out.

Nothing is open early on Sunday. I made my way to South Station and typed this. I don’t want to go home yet, but I don’t know what else to do. I’ll wait for the shops to open, and wander around some more.