I am happiest when my home isn't just clean – it's resplendent. Glowing white bathrooms full of sterile tile. Neat cupboards full of canned vegetables and that ubiquitous round of canned tuna that was on sale. Dishwashers that are empty and ready for another load. Beds made with taunt and crisp sheets, and the expensive down pillows that I indulged in few weeks ago are plump and inviting upon them. The smell of lemon furniture polish and the aroma of fresh paint fills every room.
I am watching "Big Love" for the second time. I missed the plot the first time in lieu of my own "big love".
Vickie has faded into her life again after our carefree summer. She is back to work now. I will miss our travels and hours on the phone. So will Cingular.
Michel is home from Europe.
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