Taylor is home!
The past month has been a spree of cartoon watching and pickle binging, things that my Significant other wouldn’t disapprove of, necessarily, but it’s certainly easier to watch two straight hours of X-Men Evolution without your beau in the next room. I would happily trade those things for the comfort of a warm body, though, especially a warm body that knows the way I like my toast and can tell precisely when I need a hug. To celebrate his homecoming, tonight we will go out for Mexican food and watch Ninja Turtles movies.
The house is full of food, I have Labor Day off, and the shower is going through a phase where the tub drains within two hours, as opposed to seven.
Life is good.