I've loved in a surprising number of places with no closets at all, I really appreciate them.

I'm sorry for pointing out a typo, but it's the most evocative typo I've seen in ages.

I think mine is right aroun 1000 sq ft, including the garage (I measured everything when we moved in and added it all up, but I'm not sure where I put those calculations. I need to do that again now that my phone can do it magically. I wonder if I can use my phone to determine where my floor is sinking? But I digress), 1954 but heavily modified in somewhat peculiar ways by previous owners. There was definitely an ironworker in residence, there are mostly cool tell-tale artifacts but also the occasional "why did this have to be welded together?!?" surprise.

Ha! I'll leave it, Connie. Who needs a closet when you've got love, after all?

Connie,

OMG! hee hee.

Is "genuine" Roman speak as dick-laden and gay-snapping as Spartacus dialogue? Everything's a cock or a cunt, always negative. The language feels different between the first season and the prequel too.

Our current apartment is 2 bedrooms and less than 900sf. But laid out pretty well. 2 bathrooms is now a non-negotiable. We use one as our bedroom and the second as the office/library/guest room. I wouldn't mind a third bedroom or dedicated office space, but I don't need it.

I've got 2 small closets in my bedroom [link] , a useless corner closet in the Litter room and a deep but narrow walkin in the spare bedroom. And a wedge shaped coat closet downstairs. I thought closet space would be an issue, but it really has not. Though I should put shelves in the useless corner closet.

But I have a huge basement, which also has huge 'closets' (Shelves enclosed in beadboard with 3 doors) under the stairs and against the garage, though the door location awkwardness means I don't actually use them much. [link] I forget stuff is in them. The basement is chaos.

Home from work with a bad case of the shakes.

A guy was riding a scooter ahead of me, and he drifted over too far and hit the divider. He flipped a rolled a few times, thankfully staying in the lane. No helmet, helmet laws for grownups are considere governmental intrusion into a citizen's freedoms. He popped right back up and looked ok but shaken.

But if I'd been five feet closer, I'd have probably run over him. As it was, I always give lots of space and I could see him drifting over and wonder what he was doing. I had room to stop without squealing the brakes. And sit numbly while people went around.

God above.

We are renting a two bedroom house for all 4 of us. It's smaller than our older place and more expensive, but the yard is nicer, or was before all of the trees were trimmed back, and the school and district is 10000x better and we aren't living under the cancer causing powerlines anymore.

Okay. I have to finish writing the commentary on this piece of writing. MUST GET OFF INTERNET.

Do not want to work.

Oh, god, Connie, how scary! I'm glad he was okay, but that must have been terrifying for you.