Home Alone

My tour of The Little Prince has finally come to an end. For the first time in what feels like months, I am home alone. No roommates, no touring partners, not sleeping on someone's couch or futon. Granted it's not my own home; I haven't abandoned my hobo ways after all. I am sleeping in a real bed tonight, which is lovely but it feels weird. Possibly because I am having a threesome with Frank & Claire Underwood at the moment and they are not the kind of people who cuddle with you on the couch afterwards. 

I'm trying to enjoy the peaceful moments before the craziness of the summer kicks into high gear. And boy is it going to be a doozy!

More on that in another post as I get back to my regularly blogging schedule.