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Long day. Tiring week. Michael is living with us as he looks for work; temporary, on good behavior, and all like that … but is living here.

Shut up, Ed.

I’ve spent the last week being terrified that we were going to relive the last few months before he moved out. Not a good time. So, to keep that from happening, I kicked Michael out preemptively. Like, “Here is a list of things you used to do. Be a good house guest, don’t do any of them.”

Naturally, he did one. So: “Do it again, once, for any reason, and I’ll tell you to pack and you’ll be out before I go to bed that night. We won’t do this again. Get some self-control.”

And he did, or he’s cleaning up after himself well enough that I can’t tell without looking harder. Good enough.

This weekend he’s bussed back to Medford to visit his sweetie, who needs him badly, I think. Three days alone with my wife! Hooray!

In other news, I wrote about 400 words tonight, for a net advance of 11 words. I hate realizing that whole rafts of words have to go away.

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  1. *psssst!* I’m going to be in Oregon sometime after the 10th and before the 14th of July, if you’d like to claim a day. (Actually, the 14th I’m going to the zoo with my mother, but the 15th is open until 3ish in the afternoon, when I start driving north to Kirby-country.)

    Also – Good on you! And. Has the boy ever looked into Job Corps?

    1. I would LOVE to claim a day. I will cheerfully ditch work for the opportunity to do … just about anything. What things sound fun, that you haven’t done or won’t have done or — or, y’know, wandering around and like that is good, too, because — ‘Deen!

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