Sweet Jesus

EDITED: This I do not understand. I post an entry. I come back to edit something. All this empty effing space adds to the orginal post. I try to delete the spaces and they stay. WTF? I'm listening internet. What am I doing wrong? What can I do to fix this? To avoid it? Please tell me. I don't like the spaces anymore than you do.

Let's talk about a couple of my Sweet Jesus moments lately shall we? First up: I am slated to become the single cat lady people have joked about me being in my future. It's coming, soon, to my life. See T and family are making their way back this way and their fur babies need a place to stay until they get settled. There will be four pussy cats in this 700+ square foot dwelling. 2 meanies and 2 lovies. Fun times in the summer time. Sweet Jesus. I already briefed Pete on the situation and guess who won't be spending too much time over here during my journey into cat lady existence? Second: I arrive home from work yesterday to find Pete asleep on the couch. We had a workout and night of chilling planned. When I tried to wake him up he tells me, through heavy lidded eyes, "Why can't you ever come in, leave me alone, and go do what you need to do?" Don't hate. He was super tired, which I was too (staying up for 24 hours + will do that to me), and have learned that even if what he says when he is asleep has a hint of truth to it, I should not take it personally. So, what did I do? Kissed him on the tip of his nose and proceeded to kick off my heels, walk to my home desk, and got another four hours of work in while he slept. I finally woke him up around 7:45. We watched sports center, talked for a bit, debated on whether to get dinner (we didn't), and headed to bed at 10:00. Sweet Jesus. We're becoming truly domestic. And it is all good. And in case you are wondering, we did. Oh and let me just say, it was a nice and tender, slow, loving interaction. Sweet Jesus. Third: Deadlines suck. Last minute deadlines really suck. I am truly in the depths of a deadline that is getting the best of me. Maybe they are called deadlines because you just might be in the process of killing yourself to meet the expectation. I normally have two to three days to complete the task at hand and I have less than a day to get some analysis done. My dear Sweet Jesus is on my side and knowing this, I won't be dead when I cross this analysis finish line. Back to the number crunching I go. Peace and Love Peeps.