....that life is settling down a bit....
So we got our house back. The room mate and boyfriend moved out last Saturday with a minimum of fuss.
Fred and I have started to settle back into a routine and re-work chore responsibilites, etc, etc.
Then on Tuesday Fred was told that he's being switched to straight afternoons. Monday to Friday 3:30 pm to midnight. While I get up at 5:15 am. So there will only be nation of two time from sometime Saturday morning after I finish at the Farmer's Market and when I have to go to bed Sunday night.
That fortress of solitude joke? Not so funny now.
I am looking for the positive in this though.
Since I will have no reason to run home after work, I can drop Amanda off and go straight to the gym, every night. That's five gym days a week. Much better than my current one to two days.
I will get plenty of alone time for reading, knitting, catching up on Oprah, meditating and taking long hot smelly baths.
After going to the gym I can come home and putter. I putter better when I throw on some Indigo Girls or other folksy, feministy kinda music and sing along at the top of my lungs. Since the cats will be the only other people home, and they have no opinion on folksy, feministy singers one way or the other, I'm good to go.
I am certain that there is a point to this. That there is something for me to learn here, just as there was with the Great Room Mate Debacle of '05. 'Cause if there isn't a point? If this is just the universe fucking with me? Wow, that would make me cranky.