the comforts of hometoday i received a package from the saint of requested goods from our country house. you know, my face wash, sport's bra, etc.
to my happy delight, i found a few things i didn't request.
the sweatshirt i always steal from him to wear around the house.
flower petals scattered throughout my requested copy of The Brothers Karamazov.
and tonight, i will pick up the saint from the airport.
my home comes to me.