Letting it rest

Allowing it to settle, to deflate, to congeal properly and most importantly, to cool down. Spinach/Leek/Gruyere Quiche is nothing like contentious points in politics and in addition, is a lot more delicious, enjoyable, digestible and beneficial. I'd like to crack a few heads in Congress.

The man of mine is on a mission to de-hair and clean every drain in the house. He is not letting it rest. We just did the downstairs tub drain together. Good thing that I pulled the large hair mat out (it's my long hairs after all) because I think the man of mine's stomach wouldn't have been able to...er...stomach it. Mine almost wasn't.

Keeping a home is a lot of fricking work. Constant work. I want to get one of those pull-behind, pop-up things that you hook to your car. In the summer, we could live in the state parks up here, and as soon as the first leaf falls, we could head south and west. What a life that would be. Cleaning house would take a hundredth of the time. We'd see the country. We'd be in each other's company...all...the...ti...

We'd miss our friends here. We'd have to go to strange hospitals and doctors if we got ill. We'd hate it. We would miss having our own place with rooms that each of us could go to and be with ourselves.

Better stay put.