Matt is coming home.
I would have sent Luke to collect all of this things from his rental condo and arrange for cleaning and for the paperwork to be forwarded here but Matt said he could look after it all and would wrap everything up by the end of this week. I only let him because boundaries, I am trying to learn some.
Further to that we are spending the next few days playing musical rooms. I do that anyway but PJ so very generously offered to trade wings so that Sam and Matt could be afforded the privacy they need. Should have done this a while ago but I like to spoil PJ because he spoils me so I made sure he had a space that was just his. I'm there all the time anyway, now I just won't have to go as far.
Sam and Matt's wing was a bedroom, den, hallway and bathroom just off the front hall. Lochlan's former space, remember? Their door locked but that isn't privacy for two people. PJ's apartment, in contrast, is two bedrooms, plus a den, bathroom, full kitchen and walkout patio. Not sure he used most of it. It is the only actual living space downstairs, the rest of that floor being home to the movie theatre, Ben's studio and the biggest laundry room you ever saw. The door is lockable too and the whole basement is understandably soundproof because we're a loud family.
It's going to be perfect for Matt and Sam. They never have to come upstairs if they so choose.
(Here's where I point out that yes, I do the laundry for the whole house. Yes even Gage. Even Duncan. Even August who lives in the gatehouse/garage/whatever we call it, though I like gatehouse. I can cartwheel through the laundry room. It's very necessarily huge. I spend my life hanging up flannel shirts on a rack so they don't shrink and untwisting sheets from the dryer. And convincing whoever is in the kitchen to come downstairs and bring up the baskets pleeeeeease. It's so fun! Not.)
At least there are eight strong guys here to move furniture! At this rate they'll be switched in half an hour.
Better hide your porn collection, PJ.
No worries, it's all on my computer now. This is the golden age of porn, Bridget.
Duncan has magazines.
Duncan's a retro hipster. It's a image thing for him.
So your image is that of a tech wizard?
Yes. Yes, I totally look like a tech wizard, don't I?
Yeah but at least now you won't be a basement-dwelling tech wizard. I hear that's the demographic that gets picked on most.
It is. Right behind self-important sexpot pseudo-princesses.
Ouch, PJ.
If the shoe fits.
Is that a porn euphemism?
Somewhere it is, yes.
Okay, I don't want to see those movies.
And I don't want to show them to you, so we're good.
Surprisingly, I'm happy PJ will be even closer to us. He's the glue, the keeper of this castle. He's my wingman. Actually I think I'm his. Though I won't be touching his computer anymore.
