Sunday, August 19, 2012
I can. I'm bored and I'm missing my husband. I've done a number of things to "keep myself busy" but none of it is working.
I had dinner with a friend on Friday night. Eh. I bought some new sandals. Eh. I bought $100 worth of new panties. Eh.
I'm taking the dogs out in a bit to Coast Guard Island. That may or may not cheer me.
Alex is gone again and he has been for a while now. He spent all of the month of June away, and he's gone until the end of August this time. Shoot! That's our summer! I hate it when I'm home alone. But I hate doing things just to be doing things too.
I went to a party yesterday hosted by a lady across the street. I really didn't know anybody but they were all friendly people. I drank two glasses of white wine, felt it hit me and went home. I just felt miserable. Being around a bunch of people didn't make me less miserable.
I think I should put on my ratty old robe and ratty old nightgown and just not get dressed until Alex comes home again. Oh wait. I have to go to San Francisco to the doctor tomorrow. I like my doctor so I don't really mind. Well, I do mind because he's going to ask me if I've been to the gyn and had the mammogram he ordered for me. I have not done either thing and I have no immediate plans to do them. I am just not in the mood for all that tom-foolery right now.
Maybe I'll ask the doc for some happy pills. Oh shoot, I doubt there really is such a thing.