I love coming home.
I don't sleep. I wander around and touch my stuff. And wade thru dog fur.
The mess doesn't bother me. Piles seem exciting. Inviting. I start thinking of new filing cabinets. I want to order glass jars for my tea. I wish my label maker did more fonts.
I take in small details. The fat blueberries in my oatmeal. Her blue eyes.
