pondering

Another day. Another week. Still doing my best to keep busy. Brian is away at GenCon, so this week is a little easier emotionally, but also a little lonelier. I wonder if I can go back to living alone? It's been a bunch of years, now, since I've lived by myself. Ultimately I've lived far more years with roommates/family than I've lived alone. I think having people around is probably healthier, but man, finding the right person you can stand day in, day out? Harder!

On the other hand, as an only child I spent a lot of my childhood alone. I had friends in our neighborhoods, of course, but I was often grounded so I couldn't hang out with them. So being alone holds no secrets for me. And I'm finding this week I am slipping back into my old ways, and they're fairly comfortable. (There's something to be said for defiant sloth. "I will pick that thing up that I dropped on the floor WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT! Nyah!" I mean, there's no one to annoy, right? The cats don't care. They LIKE stuff on the floor. They don't care if my laundry pile grows gigantic. They just want food and cuddling, and they're happy. Roommates, well, they generally like common spaces to be tidy. Dishes to be washed. Floors to be swept. Feh on that, I say!)

I guess I don't know the answer. Good thing I don't need to, yet!