this morning #1571.
this morning, the house was still empty. high echo ceilings, me & the dog. mom & dad both away on business. i’m not complaining. not exactly. the less time i have to spend with them all up in my business the better. still, it gets lonely & that isolation has a way of reverberating throughout the space, amplifying everything. this is why i ended up in that whole sticky situation last summer. home alone. heard a noise in the night. awoken from my slumber. went downstairs & found an intruder in the kitchen. he saw me & took off running. without thinking, i gave chase. pursued him through the backyard & into the woods. should’ve just let him go. i didn’t though and, as a result, things did not end well for either of us.