I’ve been away for weeks. As usual, once I get home, I immediately commence getting rid of things; probably the residual effect of being at my parents’ house. It’s not that they’re inveterate hoarders, but I’m just always very aware of the Stuff. (Perhaps the fact that I also watch way more television, including shelter-type shows, than I do when I’m home is another factor in the wanting-to-get-rid-of-things equation.)
Also: I do know that correlation is not causation. However: there is now an espresso bar in my parents’ town, on the street where we usually walk, and contrary to past experience, no one yelled abuse at us for being pedestrians.