Missing Andrew

It's Wednesday morning, and I am lost... trying to find myself in a cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant. It's not entirely futile but not exactly a success either. I'm going home on Thursday after work. (By work I mean volunteer work.)
As the title of the post would suggest, I miss Andrew. I have been engaged in the hopelessly depressing business of applying to jobs for the past 45 minutes. In ten minutes I will begin the journey downtown. The light drizzle matches my mood. Am I a downer? Yes I am. Did I mention that Mom and Dad's house is infested with fleas? It is.
Mom and Micky are in Washington visiting Uncle Keith. I brought Alex with me so that I wouldn't be as lonely. The fleas seem to think that I brought him for them. Little do they know, he is poison. They bite him and die. All the same, I used a fea comb and removed several dozen fleas from him last night and drowned them in a pickle jar. Alex purred and tried to drink out of the pickle jar. Yuck! Silly cat. I don't want him to drink any fleas so I thwarted his endeavors.