I dusted the house today. Dusting is something I neglected a lot in our last place. I also never washed windows. I think maybe I avoided dusting out of a certain hostility toward our landlady. Why should I fucking clean her rotting baseboards? Etc.

But when you are occupying a house you own yourself, or that is owned by someone you love, you just care more about maintenance like this. At least I do.

Plus, you know, I have time on my hands.

We went to Costco today and got big jars of olives and artichoke hearts, 30-roll packages of toilet paper, and so on. It was pretty crowded; I’d hate to see the place on a Saturday.

Last night I listened to the rain pounding on the back deck while I fell asleep. Loved it.

And now back to the thing I am writing.