The cat lurves me mightily right now since I’m the only one here with him. We’ve spent countless hours amusing each other. But I have to wonder, will he still love me this much when Buster gets home — not tomorrow so much as later today?
It’s been a bit weird to rattle around a big house all by myself. In some ways it’s been nice. In other ways it’s been a little lonely.
I did manage to go out for a bit last night…er…the night before (damn this writing at 3am crap). After a stop or two elsewhere, I ended up at a local restaurant/bar where the bartender is friendly (and cute, but that’s really beside the point) and I’ve discovered he’s from Denver. He’s familiar with many of my old haunts — even the ones long since out of business. We’ve spent plenty of time recalling distant desserts from one establishment, shot menus from another, and crazy pub antics at yet one more. It sounds weird, but even though I’ve not lived in Colorado for 15 years, it’s comforting to meet someone who’s in the know and it makes me feel not quite so alone.
Alone. Lonely. Damn. I miss the kids. If I can’t figure out a way to get home for Christmas, I may scream. That was one of the few things I was counting on and it’s not looking good at the moment. But I can’t dwell on it or I’ll go crazy. Gah! Okay…no more of that. It’s too much. I should be stronger…I should be able to do this. I can do this. Can’t I? I can deal…I have to.
Time to hit the hay again. Or maybe tackle a little project I have going. Or tease the cat about his girly meowing. I get the feeling I’ll be promptly ignored when his daddy gets home.