August 18, 2014
Once a year, Fay goes away for about a week to cook for about 100 people at a summer kids camp. During that time I continue work and arrive home to an empty house--about the only time I get a taste of single life.
Either way, time flies, and the week goes by and I hardly flinch. I have just enough time when I get home from work to cook myself a decent meal, prepare my lunch for the next day, clean myself, and relax a little before I hit the hay.
Thankfully, this robotic routine doesn't last for very long. I realize how thankful I am for Fay when I see how mechanical I can be. Fay is a raw piece of nature, perfect as my life-partner.
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