Wow, skip a couple posts, and your little brother goes nuts. Dyl. I'm fine. FFS, you saw me on the 28th.
Granted, a lot can happen in a couple weeks. I don't blame you for freaking out. I'm still looking over my shoulder here and there, even though I'm pretty sure the coast is clear. But you're right: the Piper came back once, so who knows? And you know what? Who cares? We beat him once, we'll beat him again.
So update. The "new" washer has been behaving. I haven't seen any weird echoes or anything since week one. Creepy Guy hasn't followed me anywhere lately. Jet's keeping up with school, which still makes my head spin.
Let me just muse about that, actually. Jet's in school. Like it's the most normal thing ever. They were able to start her in the fourth grade, since she actually tested darn close to where she should be. Her grammar's still awful, but that's about it. She does homework every night while I do the dishes. She's made a couple new friends and seems to be enjoying her new life off the street.
Seriously. For someone in her position, with all that's happened to both of us, we get normalcy. She's in school. I'm working. Maybe not regularly, but it's a paycheck. And we get to join the rest of the human race in pretending that powerful supernatural creatures don't exist, aren't planning anything, and haven't ruined every other aspect of our previous lives.
But that's all it is: pretending. So I'd like to belatedly start the new year by toasting a hearty "screw you" to all the spirits and nasties that Angelica and I beat before you finally won. Enjoy your victory. You earned it.
But I'm not dead yet.
