The Occasional Solipsist

So the big move to the wilderness of Northern Ontario is complete. Or at least the part where myself, Superwife and Trinity move in with The Outlaws while we wait for our house to be finished.

And I'm wondering, what the fuck do I do with myself now?

I took a transfer from my current job, but my transferred position doesn't start until 2 weeks tomorrow. And The Outlaws have a nice place, but I can't really make myself at home in a place that isn't mine you know?

I'll tell you one thing I took care of right quick:

Every time we stay up here we sleep in a spare bedroom on a very uncomfortable mattress. Not the level of uncomfortable one would associate with a pair of itchy
socks. I'm talking getting caught masturbating uncomfortable. I never, ever get a good night's sleep while we're here, and I can never say anything, cause what do I expect them to do? Buy a new mattress because I'm not getting enough sleep?

But today I hauled our wonderfully comfortable mattress out of storage and set it up in our new temporary bedroom. And I can't wait to sleep on it tonight. So at least there's that.

And in the meantime, while everyone in the house is sleeping at the ridiculously early hour of 11 pm, I'm sitting with a big bowl of popcorn and a classic expository examination of the nature of reality, otherwise known as 'Total Recall'.

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