Rudderless

The Lovely Harvey sent me some pics from home via text message.

I can tell she was home when she took them.

The problem is that the house in the background doesn't seem like MY home now.

This no-contact bullshit has really warped my reality.

I caught myself the other day referring to Home as "Harvey's House" like I'd refer to a friends place.

Maybe it's washing the same six sets of clothes for the third time?