So Tammy’s fiance, and their son, moved in today, after much BS. I’m not sure why but I wasn’t expecting quite so much …. stuff. The master bedroom they’re inhabiting is full, and boxes cover a third of the basement and a fair portion of the living room. I think the living room boxes can be moved into the basement too after I clean up some of my crap down there, and get a dehumidifier.

They’ll be here for a few months, until they can save up enough for first, last, and moving costs to get into a new place close to Tammy’s new job at Monster.

Today’s drawing is a quickie sketch of the view from the foot of my bed. There’s also some sort of child swinging machine by my door, and another file cabinet. I was kind-of hoping/expecting that my room would remain unaffected, but, for the moment, there’s nowhere else to put these.

It’s weird, my initial reaction to all this crap, is to try an reclaim some of my space via cleaning. Enforcing order on the small things that I can control. Like the floor under my desk. I’ve needed to clean it for a while but now my subconscious is CLEEEEEEEANNN IT NOWWWWW!!!! That, and clearing all the crap off of the kitchen table.

If I got a twin bed, I’d have much more space, but If I got a twin bed, it would be like saying, “Yeah, I’m never going to have sex again.” which is entirely too depressing a subject to contemplate.

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