Icky

Sure, the puppies have allowed me to jump on their broadband connection, but really…

I’m housesitting for someone through what my brother tactfully calls ‘Taint Week (Write your own joke for that one.) and I can’t help feeling a little weirded out by the whole experience. The dogs seem to be glad that somebody is here to tend to their needs—food and walks—and I’m glad I can provide that service, but as I look upon the home I once called my own I’ve found myself torn. There are obvious maintenance things to do, problems I could take care of quickly and easily, but should I?

I mean, if you consider that it’s no longer my house, should I take on projects that no longer affect me? Can I even reconcile the idea that I’m here helping out even after I’ve been kicked out? Should I try?

I know, so many questions.

Your pal,

bob