Home At Last

I got home on Sunday afternoon with urgent need for spaghetti, TV, and serious couch-time. At least one of these goals was subverted when my Tivo’s hard drive hit the under on its mean time to failure. But the rest went well, and I now am back into my usual schedule. But not without a few hiccups.

As I mentioned above, my Tivo’s primary hard drive had coughed up a bearing while I was gone. At first this made me really pissed. But then I realized that my Tivo must have missed me as much as I missed it and had likely ejected said bearing in a suicidal act of despair due to loneliness. So I yanked out the other good drive and purchased a replacement unit and was flat on my back for football by 4:00.

And then in the pantry, where I was procuring some supplies for the impending dinner, I was surprised by another mouse. Well, this was actually a mouse carcass. Thankfully the heat and dry air aged it to the Tutankhamen-style corpse rather than the Lacy Peterson style. I skipped over that to scarf back the food that W&T had given me and added it to the pile of “shit I’m going to do later” chores.

Now its been a few days since my arrival and I’m working again as normal. But normal doesn’t exactly seem to be normal any more. I’m sure that part of this is just the rapid transition from frenetic vacation to desultory employment. So at this point I am not going to announce any sort of life-shattering observations. I wouldn’t want to do another eight weeks like I just did but I feel like some sort of need for change has been stirred loose. I don’t yet know if this is a wee butterfly of discomfort or the first grumblings of a surfacing leviathan but I am now aware of this change. And I’ll soon know of which ilk it belongs.