just a bit of panic

Everything was going really smoothly until yesterday, when I got back to my office after lunch and my phone started ringing. It was a great friend of mine, my ex-roommate, who is coming to town this weekend and wants to stay in my apartment.

Okay, minor panic.

My apartment is a big mess, and the last thing I really wanted to do this week was clean it in the evenings. And, I mean, I can't wait to see her, but I wonder if she realizes (even though I told her) that she would wind up sleeping with at least two cats. She doesn't like cats. It's her one downfall.

And I reminded her of this when I spoke to her later yesterday, and she said she'd think about it. I can't help but hope she'll stay at her cousin's condo, if that option is available. I think it would make our time together much more quality time.

In other news, I just got an email from someplace that -really- looked like a personal email. I went to the website associated with the mail address, and it looked an awful lot like some of the journal sites I frequent. The whole thing is wickedly clever really -- I get annoyed by all the spam email I receive in the course of a day (or a week or a month...), but I'm always sort of impressed by the level of ingenuity some of these places demonstrate in convincing people to open the messages. (Not unlike CY's story of ingenuity in the name of frequent flyer miles.)