What’s up, kids? If you spend any time actually reading the babble I throw at the internet, you probably know how much I hate Sunday evenings when I have to work the next day. Heck, I’m not too fond of ‘em even when I don’t have to work the next day.
Sunset on a Sunday is just about as bad as you can get, in my opinion. Worse even than Monday morning, I think.
This one is even worse than usual, as I just dropped my princess off at the airport. She’ll be gone for two weeks as part of some language program. Bit of trivia for you: this is going to be the first time since we started dating that we’ve gone over a week without seeing each other.
Logically, I know that two weeks isn’t that long. I mean, if I was that goofball David Blaine, I would spend longer than that locked inside a refrigerator at a landfill, or whatever.
But I just got back from the airport, so right now two weeks seems like a pretty long time. I cleaned my kitchen, because that’s generally what I do every Sunday evening. I hate starting the work week with a dirty kitchen. I don’t know why, but making Monday morning coffee just seems so much easier when you’re dealing with a clean kitchen. Plus, it’s awesome not to have to deal with the smell of soaking dishes in the sink first thing in the morning.
Anyway, so I did that. Then I wandered around the house a bit, looking into the bedroom, glancing out the window, exciting stuff like that. I threw the remaining bits of laundry into the washing machine and started it up—we did most of it so my princess would have stuff to pack, so there really wasn’t any reason for me to do this, either.
I’m thinking about turning the page of my calendar—it’s still showing the month of May. I don’t want to do all the good stuff at once, though—have to save some of this for later.
I know this feeling of restless boredom won’t last. I don’t generally have a problem finding ways to entertain myself.
But right now, the apartment feels too empty, and nothing sounds like much fun.
Maybe I’ll go count my butter knives…