After three wild weeks of nearly endless company, my house is my own again. I can walk around naked. I can burp loudly and proudly. I don't have to apologize when the dog thinks that you're being incredibly rude by sitting in his usual place. I can make dinner when Dina and I are hungry, and eat what we want, without conversations like:

"So what do you want?"

"I don't know, what do you want?"

"I don't know, what do you want?"

... for hours on end.

But mostly... I get to have loud, no-holds-barred, wild, passionate sex again. Excuse me while I do just that.