this day feels longer

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.

I am now well-versed in filling the hours.

Cleaning the apartment? 30-40 minutes

Making deviled eggs? 30 minutes to cook, 5 to mix, 20 to cool

Eating enough deviled eggs to make yourself sick? 2-3 hours

A pre-feature movie will take an hour and a half, but the Main Presentation starts at 10. That way it runs until bedtime.

A shower is quick. Wii can eat up hours and can accompany reading of class materials.

A call to a friend can be stretched to over an hour.

A walk to the store and the library and home – 60-90 minutes.

A load of laundry is 40 to wash and 120 to dry. That’s about 16 minutes per item of clothing that will fit into the machines.

It’s not like my life was overflowing with activity previously. It’s the empty apartment that makes the hours feel like days, and the tiny space with it’s shining white walls that makes me feel like a widow.

A Whole Foods widow.

dear ones

Dear WordPress,

I’m so glad you ate my post. It was probably too long and self-aggrandizing

Dear Everyone Else,

Here is a picture of what I ate for breakfast:

Except I didn’t take this picture. I got it off Flickr and lost the link.

Dear L,

I left for work yesterday before you woke up. You came home from work last night after I went to sleep. This morning I left for work before you woke up. Tonight you will come home after I am asleep. On Saturday, you will leave for work before I get up.

Thanks for waking up briefly this morning to say hi.

See you Saturday afternoon!

Dear Universe,

Please make some things work out well so I can return to being a regular online journaler instead of a sporadic one. Good change could be coming. Let’s all cross our fingers and toes.