As I settle into my aloneness and try to cobble together some sense of routine for myself, less and less is happening of note. I suppose this is a good thing.
Last night I had to work late and came home around 7pm. I ate dinner (salad and a quesadilla for those who care...) and plopped on the couch. There I stayed. Until 10:30 when I went to bed. And I slept. Like a baby. I'm back to loving my sleep and that is a good thing.
The one big step forward last night was that I didn't turn on my computer. Not once. Just me, the tv and the cats. And again, I was perfectly content.
Tonight I have a date with Pete (my spin instructor). And then another date with the couch - Pete wears me out.
Take care, dear reader - hopefully I'll continue to bore you...
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