I saw a “For Rent” sign on my way home from work. The first part of it. The first 3 minutes of it. I was thinking, “Man, I could so be home right now.” Sliding the key in the lock. Click. Stepping into the house, greeted by my two fatasses. Pet pet. Kiss kiss. Yes. I had an apartment fantasy. Then I drove the next 40 minutes to sleep on a couch in Slaughter and wish I had gone the extra 20 minutesto sleep in a bed in Clinton.
Shame, really.
I have to work every day this week. Even Saturday.