Domesticated.

It feels as though I've had this house to myself for a heck of a lot longer than just four days. Like any twenty year old male with a girlfriend, Ajay sort of floats between here and . . . well, wherever else he goes in his spare time, leaving me and the house alone to bond. But you know, even though I do my share of domestic duties at the best of times, I still share the load between four people, leaving me somewhat more spoiled than most.

Needless to say, after the fourth load of laundry, tenth kitchen clean-up and thousandth yell at Ajay, the novelty of this house-sitting business has worn off just a tad. All cleaning aside, I'm actually enjoying the calm for now, even though it's bloody lonely sitting in this house with noone to talk to! But if I had the choice between frosty early mornings and cruising down Route 66? I think I know what I'd choose.

I've mentioned before that Penelope the Ipod has a very clever trick of pulling out appropriate songs at appropriate occasions? Guess what song I was presented with as I was on the treadmill this evening, contemplating the massive pile of clothes that needed folding and wondering what the chances were of Ajay actually doing anything in the next four weeks?

'Life is a Highway.'

Yeah, yeah. I'm the boring one stuck at home NOT on the road trip, we've established that. Way to rub it in, bitch!