A good houseguest is…
…someone who takes out my compost.
…someone who has lunch ready for me when you get home from the clinic. And not just any lunch but the exact lunch that I would have made yourself.
…someone who knows not to ask too many questions before I’ve had some coffee.
…someone who gladly accompanies me into the forest in the pouring ran to look for wild berries.
…someone who sweeps the floor at midnight after I decide to throw a “mid-week weekend number one” Wednesday night shindig.
…someone who looks a little bit like me.
Lastly, someone to whom I can say “put your shoes on, we’re going to bike 3 miles, run 4 miles, and bike home-let’s go!” and away we go.