this morning #314.

this morning, out of an abundance of caution or possibly out of an abundance of obsessiveness, he double-checked all the windows to make sure that they were locked. until this year, leaving his home for two months like this would’ve been an impossibility. excuses had always come easy but he’d eventually run out of them. nobody was casing the joint waiting to break in as soon as he had vacated the premises. in his absence, the stove would not magically turn on & burn the place down. he would not return to find that raccoons had taken over his domicile. despite the inner peace his retreat would provide, it would take him almost a week to calm down about any of this.