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She'll be home soon.



Jist a few more days now.




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I'm sitting by the door.



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Cleaning the house again to distract myself. Did the fridge this morning. It amazes me how often I can clean that thing and every time I go at it, it seems like it hasn't been cleaned in five years. I guess I'm rough on it. Lots of sauces and pickles and condiments and a relentless tide of leftovers. Crisper drawer jammed with leafy greens and peppers and onions and scallions and ginger and celery and lemon halves and and and. Meats and nuts and cheeses and hot sauces and kimchi  and eggs and loaves of bread.


We ask a lot of that thing.



Now it's all leaned out and cleaned out, spanking clean. Time to vacuum and dust and mop and do the laundry and then I'm going to Joe's for some resupply.


And a seafood quesadilla at Pier 46.



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Namaste.



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