After I had cooled off, I tried calling Darkside. Darkside was sleepy and sounded grouchy. I did not attempt to pet him while spiky.
The Little Fayoumis bounced on cushions. I almost got a nap.
The Little Fayoumis knocked on my closed door while I was not all there. He got yelled at (he knows better than to knock on my door when he knows I am taking a nap) and then got a double dose of the trouble (much-deserved, because he was trying to logic his way into being allowed to creep in while I was asleep to retrieve his toy) from Mommy.
Called Dawn. Got her caught up on my happy job fun.
Eventually, my broke big brother came over to borrow a tank of gas (or cash equivalent to same) because his bank opens later than work does tomorrow and he's on E.
As I was explaining the finer details of monitoring to him (how many bangs can one collect at once?), my high school best friend IMed me with some mildly distressing personal news. I can't help but think of all the full circles involved...
My big bro's roommate cackled evilly at the mention of cRon's (imaginary) Old Lady. Evidently this roommate had made a habit of trying to kill the old biddy off...