The Novel Wants to Talk About Our Relationship
Novel: Hey, Andy. Are we alright? I feel like maybe you're trying to break up with me. Do you even still like me? Me: Oh, Novel! I'm so, so sorry I've been neglecting you. I still love you. I'm just drowning in stress from other parts of my life. Novel: So you haven't been avoiding me? You've just been busy? Me: Yeah. I hate that I made you feel like you're not important to me. You are super important. It's just there were painters all over the place, then an entire two-car garage full of random stuff was delivered. I don't even want most of it. But I have to open every box, because they all have a few items I want to keep in them. Novel: That sounds tiring. Me: It really is. We didn't get to downsize much when things went into storage, because the very same week my moving schedule had me start rehoming things back in 2020 was the week everything shut down. I didn't want to throw away perfectly good things just because I didn