Yeller returns this afternoon. Knowing her, she probably expects to come back to a house that's fallen apart, me moved into her room, all of her food eaten, and the pile of papers outside my door (that I'm still pretending I'll eventually go through) having doubled in size.
Boy, is she ever wrong! Yesterday, for instance, I liberated the refrigerator of some aged mushroom pizza. And this morning I changed a light bulb in the bathroom that had burnt out on Thursday. Who knows, I may even get around to screwing the ceiling lamp back in place before she gets back.
Last night, upon the recommendation of a valued member of my readership, I watched Me And You And Everyone We Know. If indie films don't make you want to defenestrate yourself, there's a chance you'll like it.
In other news, why can't I sleep like normal people on Sunday mornings? Even God had a few extra hours of shut-eye on the seventh day.