When Even Being Friday Doesn’t Help

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Today was not a good day.  The list of things that went wrong for me is long, and irrelevant.  By tomorrow, most of what went so wrong today will be put into perspective and not matter (so much).  But I can’t shake the weight of the day off.  I even passed on dinner out with CS and Sun.  So I am sitting alone in the house.  Being left alone is a gift I am rarely given.  And I am wasting it by being sad.

I feel like putting on a Cowboy Junkies CD, mixing a martini and going into full-on mope.  But in about 30 minutes, my family will be home.  And my bad mood would only be made worse if I were to hunker into a good mope and have it be interrupted.

And there it is.  What I want right now is an evening to myself.  Alone with no TV, no family, no responsibilities nor expectations.  I want silence.  I want a night out of my life when I was single: Come home to an empty space, turn on relaxing, thoughtful music (or not), curl up with a good book (or movie), and say nothing to no one for hours on end.  And not have to ask for the quiet or feel it is a gift to have it.

On second thought, I AM going to dig up a Cowboy Junkies CD and mix a martini.  Mope? Maybe a little.  I will turn the lights down and stay in a room with no TV once Sun goes to bed in less than an hour.  And I will relax and allow myself to have this bad day.  And this evening that will be mine.

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