Currently This

There's a guy here. I don't know his name. He's the repair-guy who is putting in our new vertical blinds. He was supposed to show up at ten this morning and didn't show until after five this afternoon and he's still here at almost eight thirty this evening and I don't like it. I don't like strange people in the house and I especially do not like strange men in the house and I really, truly, even most especially do not like strange men in the house long after they should be out of the house.

If I were a cat - if I were MY cat - I would hide under my bed until about an hour after the guy left and only come out when it was clear he was gone. I am not a cat, or even my cat, and I am instead stuck here in my chair at my desk, trying to act nonchalant about keeping an eye on the guy. After all, you can't leave a strange man in your bedroom with two computers, your cell phone, PDA and wallet. You want to - you want to trust that he's an ok guy and won't steal all your stuff but you can't count on that so here I am, in the room I LEAST want to find myself stuck with a strange man.

I don't have too much to worry about. My husband is in the kitchen, after all. Still, go away guy. Finish your work, get a drink of something from the fridge and go away.