The last two nights have been really hard for some reason. I don't know why. I guess it's that I go along for long periods of time alone, and I like it. Then when I have more interaction, people in my space/life, I get used to it and in the post-period there is a void. And that void is a bit sad to the degree that I get into bed and find myself still reading (for work) or working at 3 in the morning, thinking, "I should sleep — indulged in a decent mattress — but why?"
Tonight I worked, had a long phone conversation with someone from the past who plays an entirely different role in my present life, but this carried with it the same distance.
I killed a giant bee that buzzed through my house as if he owned the place. I felt no remorse. I made mini cheesecakes with Oreo crust. Then I made mini cheesecakes with gingersnap crust. Then I took my second stab at Nanaimo bars. I still have a list as long as my arm that I would like to bake for Friday but tomorrow will be busy. I have to take my car to get a window replacement in the morning – last week my lawnmower guy broke one of the windows. It's annoying since I am (fingers crossed) aiming to buy my new car in the next two weeks. Finally.