We’re about to have a house guest for three weeks and every fiber of my being is dreading it.

Except for a brief — well, OK, maybe not brief, but certainly fleeting — period in my youth, when pheromones played a major role in compelling me to spend time among other humans, I am now back to my ridiculously introverted self and I sneer at anyone whom I neither married nor birthed and who attempts to desecrate my home by their presence.

I hate house guests.

Potential upside: In order to avoid said house guest, I might hide in home office or at work, and perhaps more blogging will ensue.

What? Not buying it? Me neither, tbh. There are no upsides.