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Yup. He’s gone. Only two weeks. But after a few days, I’ve gotten tired of sitting on the couch in my underwear eating cheese. My days and nights are confused. I’m not sleeping well. Any noises in the house spooked me at first. Now I’m just too damn tired to jump.
I had a list of things to accomplish while he was gone. Done. I’m bored. I figure just when I get over the hump and look to start more different projects, I’ll be picking him up at the airport.
I miss him. But more I miss the doing of things with him. The knowing he would be home soon. The frustration of having things interrupted or messed with.
I just want him safe and sound.
Ciao
Why do people feel they have the right to invite you and guilt you into those silly parties? The one’s that we all get trapped into attending. The one we all get guilted into buying poorly made, over priced junk at.
How dare she! She hasn’t spoken to me in years, but is salivating at the idea I might increase her monetary worth in life, because polite society doesn’t give you an out to say no.
Well, I’m saying no. No way. Uh uh. Get lost. I’m treating it as junk mail and not responding. Phooey on all those little pyramid schemes. And you know who you are. Humph.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 