Okay, that makes it sound like a duel, and it’s not. Quite.

It will not astonish my regular readers, if such still exist, that I’m not much of a housekeeper. It doesn’t bother me much– we keep it clean enough to be comfortable, we don’t invite people over, it’s all good.

But we’re going away, the roomie and I. For a month. Leaving the adult-aged child at home. Alone. With no one to remind her to take her meds or bring all the dirty dishes out of her room.

This may not end well.

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