Houseman

I am peculiarly unstressed wandering around my house in an ass scratching motif. Drinking out of milk cartons. Cream cable knit sweater spot free. Half of a mustache if I could but nobody to entertain. I’ve not taken the spill yet, guaranteed. Clean looks this way when sane. Doing what I want, free will, and what is asked of me, free work. Only dishes to complain about. I have nobody to impress. I am embarrassing to a few kids any way I look. Going outside to shake trees is not practical. I have a castle to some which is laughable. I’d feel the same if my floor was dirt or if it were covered in leaves. Bringing the outside inside my house to me is green. I am grounded in my home having done nothing wrong but I have no added stress. Life is brief or life can be long. Either way I am calm right now even though there is more work to be done. For now I am going with the ass scratching motif.