It doesn't help that Bart is working nights now so I sit at home alone with too much time to think about things. This is always dangerous for me, though I have taken steps to make it less so like being sure not to watch any sort of news program, especially CNN. I cannot handle all of the sadness in the world. I will not attend a movie if I have heard reports that it is depressing in a real way. Though, Brokeback Mountain was a specific exception to that rule and after having broken said rule, I am left with the impression that I should never do it again, no matter how important a movie is supposed to be. I am not a fan of Ang Lee.
At the moment, I am doing laundry, listening to something about RV's on HGTV and sewing snaps onto the velvet pillow case I made for the sofa and contemplating the socks that need mending and the construction of a twig chandelier I bought pieces for today (I still need to buy the electrics). Earlier this evening I cleaned the kitchen including dishes, did more laundry, cleaned the glass walls of the shower with vinegar and vacuumed the floor in the living room.
I hate being alone when I have such a handsome and wonderful husband. I am supposed to have a roommate as well, but she doesn't seem to be spending much time here and isn't returning most of my phone calls. *sigh*