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I got to do some house-sitting last week. That was kind of fun. I watched DVDs and hung out with the cats. I did my laundry without having to shlep it down three stories. I slept in genuine comfort for a change, and even truly slept in. That's something I can't ever seem to do here. Even on days when we don't have the Dumpster Tango (and it hasn't been as consistent as it used to be) I can't seem to do it. But there I was able to be in some dream, and then wake up for a bit, then fall asleep and dream some more, and so on. It was nice.

So some of us live like Grown-Ups, and some of us don't. I don't try anymore, it's just about simple existence for me. That doesn't come from some deep philosophical position, I just can't see the point of a complicated life. For me to have all of the niceties I experienced last week would take some sort of revolution. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won't. Also, I always have to keep moving. I don't know what that's about, but I've tried several times to just settle into a spot and stay there. The notion seems wonderful to me, but it seems unlikely.

Oh well, I get by. My friends help me out, and I help them when I can by doing things like making sure the kitties have what they need. Seems OK.