Home Alone

Housesitting in this case is illogical for me.

It seems that we create our own issues an more work for ourselves.

Over the weekend mom needed a housesitter. Today she doesn’t. After all that. So confusing really and my mind wants to just label all chatter from my mom as chatter that has to be verified a few times.


Is this who I am? A bitching whiner?


Nope! I make lemonade.


I look forward to delicious food and access to fiber-fast connections and surf. And read. And savor flavors.


And most of all, sleep.


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