I thought I had a lunch thing on with my sister Sunday but she's stuck at their investment property cleaning and won't get back (and I'm not desperate for company; at least not desperate enough to go clean a house!) That means, from Friday night after my interview, I came home and there I will have stayed until Monday. Well other than to walk the dog and go to the supermarket!
I wonder if this is the norm for single people...?
In the old days when I was single, I'd text one of my friends and go do something. Sure; I live in another town now and don't know many people which I guess is a problem. But how many close friends do people have?
Maybe I'm erroneous when it comes to memory, painting what didn't happen. I think I had weekends on my own then; if I recall, I hated them. Now, I like them fine.
My house is sparkling. My yard is also sparkling! It's three o'clock and I've got pizza bases proving in the kitchen. I just poured my first glass of wine. Does life get any better...?