at the old stand

I have returned home to Claudia's, making the long, long trip across the yard, accompanied by the vitamins I'm no longer supposed to take, the frozen lentil soup, the paint-covered overalls, and all the unpaid bills that seem to dog my footsteps. But not, apparently, accompanied reliably by my e mail on either my computer or my iPhone. And the hunt for the Great Gas Leak goes on, more urgently now that I'm the one smelling it in my bedroom.