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 floor…