I put feet to the floor later than usual today. Not sure why other than perhaps wanting to remain under the contentment of my down comforter. After seeing Rocket-man out the door I take The Poodle for his morning constitutional. I’m lost in thought, this time without a Spotify playlist. I think about my man-child in the basement. It’s been almost two months since he arrived on our doorstep, penniless…a general train wreck of a life.   We are bending over backwards to help him sort things through but he’s not really into cooperating much…because, well, he doesn’t think there is a problem. [Enter appropriate expletives here…..] And, despite our best efforts otherwise, we think he’s gotten comfortable in the basement. Winter is coming,…