
N has... not quite cleared out, but the apartment no longer contains his computers or the squishy parts of his bed, and I know that means that he's effectively re-based. (Before he left he retooled my router to work by itself, and even renamed the wireless network from 'morgul.net' to 'jmac.org'... heh.) So I am truly alone in this apartment for the first time, and I've been walking around freely with all the doors open, and gee whiz, it's suddenly all much smaller and rather lonely, really.
On the other hand, I am allowed to drive again, since his car no longer pins mine into the driveway. Hallelujah. (We were actually pretty cool with each other about playing musical cars when necessary, but I nonetheless felt progressively worse each time I asked him to move his car for me (in part because I knew that meant he'd ask the same of me some hours after my return) that I just gave up on driving completely, and haven't driven since, I dunno, end of March? Not even for groceries. whee Already I'm considering making a victory lap over to Shaw's for a six-pack of frozen burritos or something.)