Sometimes I wonder what Peter would be like as a bachelor at this point in his life. What would he wear? What would he eat for dinner? Would he have decorative pillows on his couch? A duvet on his bed? Would his bathroom be clean? Would he leave dirty dishes in the sink? Would he even HAVE dishes?
I’ve been out of town for seven days, and came home last night to see that Peter had been to the grocery store. This was his first visit to the grocery store since we’ve lived in Boston, and I think he had to google “grocery store” to find the nearest one. He bought milk, cottage cheese, special k crackers, baked potato chips, a pineapple, and seven boxes of multi-grain cheerios.
I think Peter is glad he’s not a bachelor.