Half took theKid, left for the other end of the country.

Not permanently, at least methinks/mehopes not, but they have been gone for awhile now, with no real plan in place to return.

In their absence I have discovered how expensive family really, truly is.

My heavens.  Been to the gas station once in two weeks, grocery shop every ten days or so, living off breakfast cereal and whatever can be chiseled out of the deep freezer.

My heavens.

Part of me enjoys it.  A bigger part of me is busy wandering the house, waiting for phone calls, not leaving the premises for days on end.

Would this be my single life?  Weirdly depressing, but sleep is wondrous.

Still have one dog left, down from a high of five, gotta take the survivor to the vet this week so suppose I will leave at some point. 

Still doing the yoga thing, the IF thing … should have stayed off the scale [shuddercringe].  But whatevs.

Suppose in some sense I get to enjoy the best of both worlds … single, but with a family.  Bethrothed and befamilied yet sleeping in and unencumbered, only responsible for feeding / butt-scratching the dog and bathing on occasion.

It’s nice, in the short term, but missing my people.  {Ecclesiastes 4:11}

Guess I’m indebted to companionship & parenthood … a cost I am happy to pay. 

Come home.