I long to sit here and type and read journals and make art without guilt for hours and hours . . . but right now the house is still a disaster and what free time I have needs to be spent re-charging, ie sleeping and having conversation.
The cats are adjusting, I guess. Baby is crotchety as ever, though. Well, I am off to get a shower in case the gas company decides to return and shut off the gas since my ghetto landlord has a piping installed that could blow the place up. comforting, eh.


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