Oh it's fall all right

Sitting in his (our) kitchen because there is no room for a desk of my own. Drinking coffee, postponing finishing Zero History.

It's a cold rainy day.

He's sleeping still. And will probably continue to.

And I won't wake him.

Our (his) space.

For the first time in five years, I feel like I can be home.

It's not perfect. And not totally comfortable (no desk, not enough bookshelf space), but it's closer than anything I've had the past five years.

My space being reworked into our space.

The words coming back again.

Ruling planets going back around the proper way.

Thankyou

THANKYOU

Thank you.