We didn’t get nearly enough done this weekend, so Bly had to go to the other house to work today. It’s really weird having the house to myself after nearly two months of her around all the time. We tell each other regularly–we can’t believe we don’t want to kill each other. Yes, we’re good friends and we remain friends, but we’ve been together most waking hours for quite some time now.
There aren’t many people on the planet I could stand day in and day out for months. Good thing my roommate’s one of the few, the proud, the certifiable. 😉