Housesitting

House sitting is really a decent gig.

I don't really get paid, because my Uncle lets me use one of the cars and I don't have to reimburse him for gas, and the money they leave is usually to buy food since they never have any in the house (wtf?) but I like it. I get to have a nice calm time where it's just me and the critters. Jack and Cosmo are two large ridiculous looking labradoodles, but they behave well enough. And the barn kittens come up to the house and beg for milk, and they are just plain cute.

There is a huge 56inch flatscreen above the fireplace in the basement. Wifi, a fully stocked liquor cabinet that I have permission to raid (but I'm not...long story) and a comfy couch and bed. The only downside? I can't really sleep. It's too quiet in the country, and no streetlights. Grumble. That, and for some inexplicable reason I'm afraid of starring in my own version of the film 'The Strangers.' I read too much about murder/serial killers that I've become paranoid. Grumble again.

Oh, there isn't cable. Who the FUCK doesn't have cable/sat TV in today's day and age? My uncle and step-aunt, that's who. Why have a nice TV if you aren't going to pay for quality programming? So tomorrow night I'm going home to watch Cropsey, because I can't fucking wait. I was also told I don't have to sleep here, as long I come back in the morning to feed/let the dogs out. I don't like driving in the country at night, I don't want to hit a deer.

Anyway, I'm hunkering down for the storm. If you don't hear from me again, it's been nice knowing you!