Home again.

I arrived to shrimp étouffée, cherry tomatoes, roasted green beans, and affection; I fell asleep like I'd been sandbagged, then overslept this morning; and now I am feeling quite Brooklyn-hungover but probably capable of dealing with the day.

Paul stayed in the city, and I haven't received any housing updates from him, so I'm assuming he's settling into the sublet alternative. 

And thus I am pouring a cup of coffee down my gullet and trying to think coherently about laundry, etc. I guess things are sort of, mostly, working out, but we've had a stressful few days, and I'm tired.