Another long weekend is gone. The age old question will never be answered, why the hell to weekends go by so fast when the week drags by so slowly?
I didn’t do much today. I scrubbed my kitchen floor and I read. Yes, again. When I get lonely, I have always retreated into books. They take me away. I have been reading Dance With Dragons, the fifth Game of Throne’s book. Such excitement I have had lately. I might as well read about knights and dragons because there sure as hell aren’t any left.
Instead of drowning my doubts in food, lately, it has been books. Soon it will be knitting. This week it is supposed to be cool, perfect for knitting.
One bad thing about getting better is that I am feeling lonely more and more. Talking to no one for hours besides my cat is probably not the best. Before, I would say that it was my place to be alone but now I am not so sure.