I'm sitting at home right now - alone. Usually I love these times. I love the silence and I love how there's no television blaring in the background. I sit and read. I dig through my old CDs and listen to whatever I want. It's different right now. It's too quiet. I'm restless - I don't want to read or to listen to music. It has been raining all day and I'm tired. My head hurt today, but I don't know why.
It's 7 PM and I've been home from work for a couple of hours. I figured my husband would be home by now, but he's not.
This post is just a bunch of random thoughts - a staccato mess that is driving me crazy.
I need to get out of my funk...