Longing for Home

Okay, so I didn't make it to the public library today. Why? I slept late. My father-in-law is one of these old guys who doesn't need much sleep anymore. He also has a fair-to-middling case of asthma, as well as a prostate problem, the poor man. All these factors, however, make his a hard home to sleep in. The combined throat-clearing, toilet-flushing, constant noisy movement, and more-than-occasional merry laughter (at a book, I presume) make a sort of disjointed music during the night (every night) and serves to keep me awake until my father-in-law "gets up" for the day at five-forty-five and heads off to his workshop. At which point I finally collapse into sleep. I don't know how my mother-in-law copes. I suspect Valium.

I'll be home tomorrow, thank God. And I'll be back here at the Kinko's later this evening on a "legitimate" errand - checking up on the job-search, you know - so I should find myself with ample opportunity to blog.

I wonder if there are any bars in Spartanburg? You know, ones that serve actual liquor? I haven't seen one, and my in-laws are going through a strange teetotal phase; real strange considering their usual aptitude for total lushiness, and there's not so much as a bottle of wine to be found at their house. I could use a drink. I've been nonalcoholic for days now. I mean, more power to 'em, if they're quitting drinking...but I'm not quitting. Not this week, anyway. Sheesh.