Monday, October 10, 2016

Love thy enemy, but hate the lack of sincerity

For the first time ever as an adult, I'm roommate free. Well, aside from Veronica and Kikuchiyo, our cat, that is. Fred moved out at the end of August. I'd lived with him longer than any other roommate, but I was not terribly saddened by his departure, nice guy though he is. Once he was out, it wasn't terribly long before we decided we were going to ask Andrew to move out. V broke the news to him one morning. No hard feelings; he moved out a couple of weeks ago.

V has converted Fred's room into her office and I've claimed Andrew's room into a music room. I want to make it a cool, conducive place to create and record music. It'll be a pleasing exercise, I predict, shopping around for stuff for the room.

I haven't posted since July and I'm not sure anyone of you is checking in on this blog. Oh, well, I don't blame you if you aren't. I haven't been tending the garden. It's been tough finding the time to post. It's too bad; I just got married and the whole process would have made for good material. At the very least, I would have had something to write about.

Well, it's time to split. V's teaching yoga and I need to feed myself some dinner. I intend to revisit this blog sooner than later. It's possible I will, you know. Don't look so doubtful.