The last week or so, I pretty much have been loving staying home by myself. I guess I’ve finally completely adjusted to living alone. All I’ve wanted to do this week is rush home from work to be alone. And while I’ve been alone, I’ve been reading a couple of books, “The Left Hand of Darkness” by Ursula K LeGuin and “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe” by C.S. Lewis.
I’ve also been napping. Usually from falling asleep when I’m reading. I get home. Flop down on the couch, pick up the book, and half an hour later, I’m out. An hour after that, I wake up and pick up where I left off.
Of course, not today, ’cause when I got home, I wanted to check some social networking sites. And then of course, there’s this other occupation:
So, there you go. Doesn’t it sound thrilling?
OK, no, it totally doesn’t, but it is quite pleasant and I am enjoying myself.