Morning commute/living without downtime

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"I slept like a rock, didn't dream at all. And I was really, really hot when I woke up." "I know. Me too. Really hot. Plut, everything is out of control."

"Out of control? Like, our life?"

"Yeah. I feel like - like I just go to work every morning, and then I come home, and there are these people there. Guests. And we take care of them, or not take care of them, but do stuff with them. And it's really fun, but the house is messy, and - is this what it's going to be like to have kids?"

These guys are the reason I haven't written in nearly a week

in

Here they are at the Council on Aging when I made them come to work with me last week. Cute, huh? More on my visitors from LA and Wilmington and our North Carolina adventure later when I'm in house and pajamas, praying to my liver, that it forgive me for all my sins, and to God, that he forgive me for my other sins, that include accidentally telling a random guy in a bar a few untruths, like that Max and Justin are gay lovers. Sometimes when you are with your friends you get a little wily.