Welp, my roommate has found her dream place up in the canyon, with studio space and chickens and whatnot, so as of the beginning of October, I'll be the only human living in this house.
Truth be told, I'm kind of excited about the idea of having space to organize shit properly (never got done, and right now it's like one of those sliding-tile puzzles in here), but I'll have to keep my tendency towards utter chaos under control. It's easier to attempt to keep things somewhat orderly when there's someone else to consider. Of course, I'll also have nobody else to work around, and double the kitchen cabinet space, but still.
The dog will miss her terribly. The dog is very needy.
Walkin-around-nekkid-time will increase exponentially, though.