So far, I've survived two nights at my parents' house, which is much smaller and
dingier now than it was when I lived there. They haven't moved; the size change
is perceptual,, though I think it really is dingier. There's 14 more years of
Dad's cigarette smoke deposited everywhere, for one thing. That's one of the
worst things about cigarettes, to me -- not so much the smoke in the air, which
dissipates, but the film and smell it leaves behind on surfaces. I have been in
smokers' houses that were clean, so it's obviously possible, but I think they
either spent a lot more time cleaning up or else they smoke outside or in a
confined area.
Anyway, I have gotten to erg, yesterday, and for the
next two days I will be hanging out with My Brother The Writer, and his
girlfriend, who needs her own nom. I couldn't say what condition their place is
in, because you can't see any surfaces, under all the books. Not that that's a bad
thing.
Today I am thankful for: getting to go home in three
days.
Concept II Holiday Challenge: not sure, 80K or so left.
Posted by dichroic at December 8, 2001 04:59 PM