I came home tonight. Ghost house. Animals were mewzing. Rolling around. Begging. Puurrrrr. Grabbing at me. I forgot I had beer in the fridge. The small joys. Grab a beer. Fresh laundry and an empty apartment full of my things. There is nothing I need to do. Or anyone I have to speak to. But I feed the buns some salad and give the kittens fresh water. Cuddle. Pick what I want to wear to bed and it is safe. And it's all mine. And my towels are clean. Thanks for the goodnight beer. 
To be home again.
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