Gah. What a day. Not a hard day particularly. Not really an exhausting day. Just a day. A wet, gray sad sack of day. A day in which I would have been much happier curled up on the couch beneath the afghan sipping steaming cups of herbal tea and reading magazines and flipping through the channels.

But, work it was and there everything seemed to conspire against me.
Finally, about three p.m. I made it out of the office to run a few errands only to have to deal with rude, idiot drivers.

Yes that was me you saw screaming in her car at the intersection of Alhambra and P streets.

There was one thing that made me laugh today – this link sent by Rachel in NYC. I wont tell you what it is because the surprise of it was half the fun. Oh, and you have to watch the whole thing because it just gets better the longer it runs. And if you’re not a fan of one of the two elements involved? Well, sorry…but the combination of such made me feel wonderfully good-humored for about five minutes.

Now I am home alone and slowly getting over it all. I’ve got an Azure Ray CD on – one that I’d been keeping around for months, meaning to listen, to absorb. I’m liking it quite nicely.

My solo evenings are like little treasures to me. They remind me of when I lived alone and always had the house to myself and could dance around and be goofy or sulk and be moody or sing at the top of my lungs or talk to myself or hold entire conversations with the cat or sleep with the window open even when it's freezing because I like the fresh air or make gigantic messes that didn't need to be cleaned up until I felt like addressing the situation.

Of course, living alone does have its drawbacks and certainly, living with someone has great benefits of all kinds - but sometimes I miss those days and nights.

Tonight, I’ve done mundane yet oddly soothing things such as laundry and ironing and folding. I’ve eaten my Trader Joe’s French Onion soup and toasted soy cheese sandwich.

I’ve written e-mails and felt slightly heartened by communicating in almost-real time with a friend who’s far away.

I've let the CD player stop and just listened to the tapping of fingers on a keyboard and the tinny rattle of the dryer. I've sat and stared at my cat and wondered at the amount of sleep she puts away. I've turned on every light on the house and left it that way for awhile because, damn it, I like the light.

Tonight has been a satisfying antidote to its corresponding day. And it's a good way to kick off the next weekend because it's going to be a long one with many obligations to which I'm not particularly looking forward. Work things. School things. Thing things.

I think I'm going to go light my cinnamon candle and read a (non-school) book and drift off to sleep early. Alone.