…that being here in this ultra-modern and (semi) hi-tech loft.

Well it’s been an impossible situation, simply said.  They have everything from a bunn coffee pot to a fooseball table to an amazing mountain view from an aluminum grid-like balcony to bright red, yellow, blue, and maroon walls to a gigantic flat screen TV. 

But there is no caller ID and no call waiting. 

And this isn’t my own PC with all the little bells and whistles to which I’m accustomed.  

I have no problem admitting that I am spoiled.  And I am most definitely a creature of habit.  I want my own toys in my own playhouse. 

So it’s time to return home.  I am watching a fluffy pup, so he will be going with me.  I will gladly suffer the white dog hairs in excange for sleeping in my own bed under my own down comforter with my head resting upon my very own pillows. 

I also broke their only phone with a headphone jack.  And headphones are a must for me.   

I miss my life!  Call me soon.

xx  

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