on full frontal snacking

and winning the dust bunny war

The last time they left me alone in the house, they were in London

I sat with our Norval Morrisseau print with the fire going. The fire flickered in such a way that it as appeared as though the print was communicating with me.

Or maybe that was just the acid.

Either way, it told me - )the painting you dumbass) - that me, Laura and the kids were like the flights at the end of an arrow. We were on a trajectory and I just needed to enjoy the ride.

Though that fucking arrow has hit some turbulence from time to time, the ride has been great.

They’re great people.

I love spending time with them.

We’re always around each other. We get a lot of time together.

We all seem to be home a lot.

Yesterday for example, was a really good day.

Oh yes dear reader,

They went away again.

(FINALLY!)

And with no one home?

I played music,

Stayed up late,

Drank juice at 2am stark naked in the kitchen.

I slept in, then spent the day bouncing between playing spider solitaire on my phone and cleaning and organizing.

The floors have been swept.

Bags of garbage? Filled

And battalions of dust bunnies?

Slain.

I’m proud of the work that I’ve done around here.

It’s been a great day - an actual FOUR EGGER!

And even better?

I survived by eating only sour soothers while drinking smoothies and coffee.

The kitchen isn’t exactly clean.

But!

I can confirm that I didn’t make it any dirtier while they were away.

Now, if only I can make it to the airport on time tonight…

Love the people who love you.

And don’t make them wait after a flight.