All my base are belong to someone else

I keep quipping to people that I'm getting old. But now I think it must be true. My parents have decided to rent out my room. Just kidding. They're turning it into a library. But the net effect is the same - I no longer have a bedroom at my parents' house. I can't really hold it against them. How can I justify arguing that it should be left there waiting for me when I don't end up with the opportunity to occupy it more than 5 days a year? It sits there empty the other 360 days. They might as well make use of it.

But combine that with feeling out of sync with Michael at work, and I really do feel like I'm losing ground on all fronts.

A new year can't come fast enough.