tinyhobo

sundays are sundays.
today I am alone for the first time in awhile, and the quiet is nice.
Everyone left and I stayed behind to take items off my to do list
which is empty for once.
Tomorrow they will be full again
I will prepare dinner for their return.
My brother is badass.

An old friend/teacher of mine died this week. His house caught on fire, he and his partner got out. They had no pets. He went back into the house. noone knows why. I often wonder if some people just know when its their time.