Home.

I'm home. This is a temporary thing; I go back on Sunday night or so. But, I'm home.

I saw my high school Writing teacher today. He called me up to help him fix his printer. I think I fixed the problem. He and his wife, who is the French teacher at my high school, live in this nice house in Roxborough. They have no kids, but seem to be forever in love. It's really nice. He played basketball for Temple in the 50s. Division One. Whooooo.

I'm thankful I'm home. I'm thankful I'm Suzanne's partner. I'm thankful I have a warm bed and a fridge with some semblance of food. I'm thankful I'm alive and well and happy.