Home Alone (Lonely). Ankle-Deep In Pizza.
Oh, sure; he enjoys his “alone time” at home amid the fading green hills while His Beloved is away, being all beachy and sisterly, watching the gulls instead of the crows, hearing the tides instead of the rustle of dead leaves.
But it doesn’t take him long to realize that, these days, he already spends too much time alone and only a total nidiot would pass up the chance to be with her every weekend, even if it’s at Sisterly Beach, listening to the surfy static and the screamy seagulls.
And, yes, it’s true that she went out of her way to make sure he had a fridgeful of healthy food before she left but, well, even a nidiot knows there’s no solo food like a large special Village Pizza pizza, and that a large special Village Pizza pizza will provide at least 3 to 5 solo meals with nothing more than 30 seconds of microwaving required.
Still, crows and silence, fading greens and leftover pizza’s just not doing it for him anymore. He figures he’s still in love.
Next time she goes away, he’s going with her.
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You know what to do. DO IT HERE.
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Do it! Otherwise I’ll be round to claim shares in that pizza 🙂 🙂
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More of Ron’s enjoyable introspections about self, truth, and life.
Brilliant! Wonderful words (I’m secretly glad there are more than six!) and a clever lady who leaves you with pizza so that you’ll miss her even more!