P365 Day 215: Not home alone anymore!

A suitcase is home! And that means Paul is home too!!



Fortunately the snow in Paul's region wasn't as bad as it was/is in other parts of the country, so his flights weren't delayed. (Actually, that's not true. His second flight was six minutes late in the gate. Tsk.)

It's nice having him back. I haven't left in a few days and have been surviving on glorified ramen noodles. Did you know they come in a billion flavors, some with dried vegetables and whatnot? The one I had last night had teeny-tiny blocks of dried tofu. Very classy.

I put the trash out last night -- we have door-to-door trash pickup five days a week -- but I didn't take the trashcan in early enough today and had a note hanging on my doorknob saying it had been noted in my file and I would be charged $25 the next time I didn't bring my trashcan in on time. And yet my next-door neighbors (the ones with the kid who sounds like a cat being tortured) leave their trash out all weekend. In fact, when I left to take Paul to the airport Sunday morning, they had a couple of bags outside their door; by the time I returned, some creature had torn into the bags and strewn the trash everywhere. And I get the warning letter?

Breathe, Kate.

Ah, it's nice to again have somebody with whom I can converse. And bother. And watch the Slam Dunk Contest Saturday night. If you've never watched it, now's a good time to start. It's awesome.