We’re crawling toward Thanksgiving break, and for many of us it will mean the first time we’ve been home since the year began.
Which makes this a scary few days. You don’t want to buy here what you can get free at home, so peaceful housemates become savage food thieves, and things like “the last of the ketchup” incite fierce shout-outs normally reserved for discussions involving the word “grams.”
Monday’s forecast: Not to mention the monstrosity that is my dirty laundry bag. The last time I had something that heavy and foul-smelling in my closet, at least I had the satisfaction of killing it first.