I'm alone in the house for the second night in a row.
Solitude used to be one of my favorite things, but tonight I find myself feeling pretty unsettled. Last night I simply slept through two movies. Tonight, with plenty of things to do, no Sandman in sight, and a glass of wine in my hand, I'm just...well...lonely.
Maybe I'll drive 10 miles to McDonald's for some coffee, then 10 miles back.
That should kill enough time to enable me to fall asleep with another movie.
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For those of us who live alone, it's a common way of life; not for the squeamish, I might add!
I love being alone. It seems so hard to get that time amongst all the competing demands on one's life. Safe trip to Macca's if you make the journey.
good luck lady :)
Yes, solitude is one of those welcome things that you can nevertheless have too much of.
I would have responded to you all last night, but I was asleep watching the movie Witness.
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