I promised myself that I would put out a post every single night. I’m not sure why. But I can’t do wanted to do out here tonight. I’m just too pooped. Nothing major has happened, just a day that started out pretty darn okay, fizzled to getting pissed off. I’m not talking about Mike, it was the doctor appointment he had.
I’ll talk about that tomorrow. Right now, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Today was partly okay, partly fun, partly annoying, and partly tiring. I’m just plain pooped and in need of some time to myself. Alone in the house.
The good news is that I’ll have some time to myself on Wednesday because Mike has a dentist appointment and I don’t have to go, his daughter is taking him. Then they’re going Christmas shopping afterwards or going somewhere for a bite to eat, I don’t recall which.
I don’t know what I’ll do during the time he’s gone, specifically, except I do know one thing I won’t be doing. Talking to anyone. Not on the phone, not online, not in person. No one. I’m going to take advantage of those couple of hours and do what I want to do.
Who knows? I may just take a nap. Or perhaps just sit with a cup of hot cocoa and enjoy the peacefulness and solitude of the house. Or knit. Or sew. Or simply nothing at all.
