coming home...

doesn't it figure?
y'know?
coming home extra late,
when there's surprise dinnertime waiting?
damn.
i seem to be running out of time,
all the time,
despite being up for so many hours,
and never not ding something....
lame.
but,
better late than never is definitely true
when there are spicy noodoos keeping warm
and awaiting activation inside my bellyhole.
that's so true.
neighbors,
i got that good thing going on over here.
check the homemade-just-for-me-type teleport:

yeah!!
everything good on one plate,
with perfectly prepared tofu,
and all sorts of greenery,
and noodoos made out of shiitake threads or somethin'.
i'm serious.
and it was delicious.
i am grateful for the times i span with the people
who actively participate in my days and nights.
i know i'm lucky to have what i've got,
and that's no joke-
homecookin'?
expert.
fireside chattin'?
expert.
staying warm, and being full,
and taking care?
all expert.
i'm not bragging, friends,
but i'm not fibbing either.
true stories, told truly,
about the good parts, and the cold parts,
of these here woodsly goodparts?
yeah.
that's how it all unfolds;
never quiet, never soft.....