The More things change ...

... the more they stay the same.

Came home the other day. Lights on. Get out of the car, look up at the windows. Lights on. See S's face appear in the window looking down. See him dart away. Get to the top of the stairs, all the lights are off, including the one in his room, and there is no sign or sound of him. I'm starting to get offended. I don't think we saw him for 3 hours after that.

Yesterday, same story. Get there, no lights on, no sight of him. We were there for six hours, and assumed he wasn't around. Go out around 6 PM to get a calzone, leave the lights on because we'll only be gone 10 minutes. Come back, all of the lights are off, including those in his room. We're there for another three hours, no sign of him. So from noon till 10PM yesterday he came out of his room for not more than 10 minutes, and apparently slept all day long. It's SO strange.

I'm wondering what would happen if I sat in the living room and watched TV for 24 hours. I'd try it, but I'm afraid he'd take care of his bodily functions in his room.

That reminds me, actually. I couldn't deal with the grossness anymore. I cleaned the toilet yesterday. There was stuff growing in it. Now, I use it maybe once or twice a week. He uses it every day. He's never cleaned it. I also wonder how bad he'd let it get if I refused to clean it.

The toilet paper is almost gone. One roll left. I'm not buying another one. I want to see what he'll do. He's been there since June 15. He's never purchased any toilet paper or cleaning supplies. He may not know how. (See coffeemaker operation) I'll report back.