Now, for the first time in 10 months I find myself alone again, and for the first time in my life, living alone in an apartment. Two words: IT SUCKS!
I dropped Daniel off at the airport early sunday morning for his flight to MD, and returned home and spent the rest of the day manaically cleaning just to have something else to put my mind on. That night I don't think I finally passed out until 1, and I left the hall light on. Yes, I am scared of the dark, and my cats make weird noises at night that make me jumpy. Last night I went to bed earlier, but I still feel sleepy this morning. I have 3 more months of this? Yuck.
It's a good job, doing good things, but still:(
Enough griping from me for now:) I assure you, I will be fine.
Side note: still working the leg issue, things are looking up again.