Chattering-Magpie-blog
I come home to an empty house.
A couple three times a year, E goes off for a weekend with his buddies. I’m welcome to come with, I just don’t want to.
Typically I take myself out to dinner in the Pearl, for sukiyaki at an upscale Japanese restaurant. I have sufficient leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch.
It’s just me and the cats. I don’t know what to do with myself.
What will I do when he’s gone?
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