just about 9:00 a.m. on a typical thursday morning.
sitting here with a small cup of house-brewed java.
looking through yesterday's news because today's is still perched on the driveway which, if you knew how our property was configured, is a perfectly good excuse to favor the lazy route. besides, how else am i gonna check if the weather people got it right!?
anyhow, one thing is definitely different about this particular morning (and the last...and the last). is it...what's playing on the television? nope, top 20 countdown is in session. what about what i had for breakfast? cereal: check. wait, i got it. no parents.
sorry, was i not enthusiastic enough? NO PARENTS!!!
they are currently thousands of miles away in california. i am here. i don't have to hear the marital bickering about why the dishes are in the sink. or who's going to take toby (our deaf dog) for a "dump-run" as we call it. it's absolutely marvelous, but a little strange, since i am here in this big, beautiful house surrounded by other big, beautiful houses...not somewhere a twenty-three year-old would normally be situated. but hey, i am a boomeranger after all. can't forget that. unlike macaulay culkin, i won't be binging on desserts or planning an elaborate defense system for the house (remember, i've got the deaf dog for protection). but i will be doing some grocery shopping (minus the toothbrush incident) and perhaps jumping on some beds.
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