It would be nice to report my absence of a couple of months was a fulfilling sabbatical that has recharged my spirit and refreshed my outlook. Not the case. In what appears to be a stunning betrayal, Deb (my spouse) and I have been liberated. Liberated, primarily, from a roof over our head. We are presently homeless.
What do you say when you have failed to meet the needs of moochers and human tics that have attached themselves to you? How do you make it right with a leach that is disappointed in your lousy provision of the easy life? What do you say when the leeches move out after they have drained the final dregs of your last good tit?After twenty-five years of sacrifice, patience beyond understanding, commitment, and crippling labor, our precious progeny have crapped in their own nest. Now all bets are off.
What do you say when the bear has tired of mauling you?
and HELLO EMANCIPATION!