Mowgli is home!

As I write this, he is downstairs trying to figure out how to mail the textbooks he sold online. In a minute, he'll bound up the stairs and ask my opinion or go in his room and close the door and play bass for awhile. Later, he'll want to have long philosophical conversations without actually telling me anything I really want to know. He may go listen to music at Stubb's or play ball with friends or hang out here. And any minute now, he'll be hungry again. It's wonderful!