So there I am in the kitchen with Wesley.
And I’m talking to him about what I’m going to make for lunch, things I need to pick up at the grocery store, and so on, when that little weasel up and walks out of the kitchen.
And in the middle of my sentence, no less!
“What, so you’re leaving me here to talk to myself now?!” I call out after him.
(The title of this post, “Αυτόνομα,” means “stand alone” in Greek. You’re welcome, Googlers.)