14,960 Days Alive
1,085 Days Since My Mother’s Death
I am down in Illinois visiting my girlfriend Owl and I realized that I genuinely feel like she is a supportive partner, not a child masquerading as an adult. It’s a rather glorious realization.
Owl needed help with taking down a cabinet in her kitchen, so I got to be a Handy Gay for her and take the doors off the kitchen cabinet. And then we went to Menard’s to get a pry bar and small sledgehammer to take the rest of it down. We have also enlisted Owl’s youngling son, Goblyn, and said teenager’s boyfriend Ty, to help with the gleeful , purposeful destruction.
I am tired from all the physical labor from today, and am in desperate need of a shower. I know that I will likely sleep well tonight.
I am glad to be able to help, even if I’m a little sore tomorrow. I am also glad to know that if I need help, it can be worked off in part by sweat equity.
Anyway, I didn’t bring crocheting with me so I’m off to spend time with Owl and Goblyn.
Take your meds, folks.
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