The house is quieter.
There is more hot water for showers.
The kitchen is less chaotic.
The pile of shoes by the front door is greatly diminished.
There is no softball glove in the middle of the living room floor.
And all my sweaters are right where I left them.
As nice as that might sound, it's just not right. I guess I've just gotten used to the noise and the clutter and the craziness. I guess I've just gotten used to Daisy.
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