home alone
Oliver is off getting his hair did today, so I’m home all alone. It’s a weird feeling. It’s not as if when we’re here together we interact all that much. But I know he’s around, and if I get bored I can play with him or just look and see what he’s doing. And there’s also the guilt of sitting around doing nothing instead of taking him on a walk or something. Well, today it’s just me. I’m getting a lot of things done that are difficult when he is around, like mopping and mowing. Still though, the house feels strangely empty. I’ll be glad when he comes home, even if he is a needy little bugger.