And then there's the not being alone.

[kitchen_kink]

And then some nights instead of basking in alonetime I bake cookies and take them down to concrete and entrope, and they and I and the kids decorate a tree and then have amazing pork ribs and pilaf and broccoli and then cookies and tea and reading stories and telling terrible jokes, and then I'm full of a sense of family and love and quietude.

And now I'm upstairs just hanging out, drinking tea with some bourbon in it, and...I figured out how to set alcohol on fire for next week's shindig.

Fear me.