Digging for Apples

I am finally moved, computers and all, back in to the house after my year in an apartment. That year away made room for my daughter and her baby, but things have changed. The extra money will do us good, but I think it is stressful on everyone, no matter how much they say they are glad I am back.

I think they are glad that I won't be found dead after x number of days, and they were afraid I would only get worse if I lived a lonely existence like that. I thought it was OK -- I had my computers and TVs and robot dog to comfort me.

I have been eating a lot of cinnamon apples lately, made from golden delicious apples, and they are like a drug, very addicting. Slice them, sprinkle cinnamon, microwave couple minutes. Non-fattening, fiber. Surely there is something wrong. Bug spray maybe?