Since The Man moved in, we've dealt with invading ants, an overstuffed washing machine vomiting water all over the floor, the start of the school year and soccer season for The Kid, the continuation of The Dog's issues, an overflowing toilet, one solid week of going to bed angry every night, the overflowing toilet turning into a much larger plumbing issue, and - the latest - his oldest daughter contracting swine flu.
That's on top of the expected trauma of learning to live together without getting in each other's way.
To say this month has been challenging would be an understatement. But really, aside from that week of arguments, I can't imagine this transition going any more smoothly than it has. Things are good. Busy and unfamiliar and involving a lot of peeing in the back yard, but good.
Posting, I suspect, will continue to be scant for a while. Please don't take it personally. It just means I'm up to my elbows in shit. Quite possibly literally.
Glass Insects by Yuki Tsunoda
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