XXI: John Comes Home

For the past couple days, I continued to receive pictures on my phone.

At least I knew he was eating well.

And up very late.

And keeping tabs on me.

I spoke to some of our housemates to see if they had any idea where John had gone and with whom.

This is Sir Puffy.

And I'm sure you remember Beary. (Or Barry. Or Berry. Still don't know how it's spelled.)

But it seems I should have saved myself the effort. Because when I woke up this morning--after several sleepless nights--John was home. And had done the shopping.

We stayed in and watched something called Grimm. It made absolutely no sense to me, but John liked it. He does always seem to enjoy the weird ones.

And no, I haven't asked where he was. I'll figure that out on my own, later, when I have access to his personal belongings.