I am lonely.
And bored, a lot of the time. Which is my own fault, really. Sure, I write, I read, I knit, I cook and clean and launder. Plenty to keep myself busy and distracted, right?
Wrong, apparently.
I spend a lot of time alone, which is ok, I guess. But sort of weird considering I live in a house full of people. T is at work, constantly. When he's not at work, all he wants to do is sleep--and I make him. He needs that rest, he needs the down time, to be able to just sleep and sleep and sleep and then have a good meal and sleep some more, before he goes off to work 9 12 hour shifts without a day off.
I was re-offered the volunteer position from a few months ago, and I think I am going to take it. If only to get me out of the house and to bolster my blog fodder.
I think that was my main motivation for starting school again....something to distract myself from feeling worthless and lonely all the time. I suppose my motivation doesn't matter so long as I get my degree.
Well, I have dishes to do.
