Morning Musings

Or, I suppose at this point it'd be "almost afternoon" musings. No matter, you get the point.

Things are quiet here today, in Castle Nottingham. Sundays are a weird day for me. On the one hand, I'm extremely happy that it's a weekend and I don't have to wake up early or go to work. On the other hand, the hubby sleeps all day because he works Saturday night. So, it's quiet. Sometimes too quiet.

I used to be really good at being by myself. It was the time where I picked up hobbies, caught up on television shows, or read for hours on end. It happened a lot when we were first together. Seven years ago, at the fledgling "can we live together" stage of our relationship, our schedules never lined up. We made it through. We spent the time we could together, and I got used to spending time alone.

Now, I'm not sure if it's the fact that our time together is more copious, or if it's because of my current state of mind, but it's harder for me to be by myself. There are literally hundreds of things I could be doing right now, and I know that. I could be taking a walk, or knitting, or baking a cake, or any number of other things. Yet, I'm fighting the melancholy at being bored and too lazy to do anything about it. I need to shake myself out of this.

I think I'll order some Thai food and chill.