… says Evil Willow.
And Reasonably-Good Me. My brother’s out of town – on a different continent, even! – for three weeks. Which leaves me hunting around for stuff to do, since a shockingly large part of my spare time is spent around him these days. Well, not *these* days, but lately.
Which is not a good thing, for either of us, since I’m still likely to be moving away at the end of the summer. That’s gonna be tough. 
We floated the idea again of him moving too, and hey, let’s just get an apartment together. Except I’m not really sure how good an idea that’d be, for either of us… it’d be fun, but it’s not gonna “clear up” anything about what kind of relationship this is or what we want it to be. I mean, if I ever do “go gay” for him (with calling it “boyfriends” or “partners” or whatever) – well, I guess I can handle that, but I want it to be a deliberate sort of thing, not just “it’s been 5 years since we moved in together and I guess it’s true what everyone’s been assuming about that”. And not unless he asks, seriously. (Or is that just a safe loophole, since I know he’s not very likely to ask?)
Anyway. Yeah. Need stuff to do over the next few weeks, besides work. Not that I’m short of work!
