I awoke wondering who had come in during the middle of the night to rearrange the furniture, only remembering that I had crashed at a friend’s house after a moment of staring at the strange room around me. When I did figure it out I began to have that odd eggshell feeling, the fear that I likely would be disturbing them at the slightest increase of decibel. Still, from the couch I could see last night’s mess lingering about, and I began to feel a gnawing guilt. So what does the better guest do, make some noise or leave a mess?
Happy New Year.
Locus Horribilis 