Now that I’m living alone, I’m experiencing all sorts of new things. My apartment has it’s good points; large bedroom, great wireless, two nice cats that come and visit me, and a bathroom of my own. But the owner keeps the kitchen in such disarray it’s really difficult to be in there. I cleaned and organized it for two hours the other day, but she was cross with me, and it went back to bad within 1.5 days. Oh well. Eating isn’t everything (anymore).