I'm in a funk today, and can't really pinpoint why. I did the count at work this morning, which meant that I had to go into work an hour and a half earlier, but which also meant that I got out an hour and a half earlier. So, I managed to get out before 8AM, and went to Walmart to do grocery shopping. I think maybe it was when I was checking out and saw that my shopping cart simply screamed single. Lots of frozen dinners, single serving stuff, and a bunch of those CreateAMeal thingummies. A six-pack of coke, a bag of sugar. Ho hum.

The funk didn't really hit me until after I got home though, I think. I love my new house, and I love the quiet and the solitude and the space and the freedom to do anything I want. But too much of anything can get a bit tiring at times, and after about two hours of knocking about this big empty house I started getting antsy to do something and go somewhere. But there's not much to do on a Sunday morning, and so I got productive around the house instead. I put away all of my clean clothes, washed dishes, installed a couple of graphics programs on my laptop, paid bills. Then I flipped through 63 channels on the television to verify that indeed there was absolutely nothing on worth watching. I kept thinking that I should write, and I do have this story that is in the construction phase on my hard drive, but I just couldn't get my mind wrapped around the thought of it this morning.

And my house is cold, which probably added to my general bleh feelings. (I'm sure my Alaskan readers will chortle when they read that the temperature outside was way down in the 40s.)

But I do have a working garbage disposal now; my dad spent much of yesterday installing that, with a minimal amount of commentary on the parentage of said garbage disposal. Before I moved in I thought that I'd be wanting to buy a dishwasher fairly quickly, but I'm thinking more and more that I won't bother. I don't dirty many dishes, and I haven't had any trouble keeping the kitchen clean.

Well, in all my absent puttering about the house I've managed to fill most of my day. 3:30PM, and time for bed. I'm sure my funk has nothing to do with being tired all the time. Nah. Couldn't be. It's impossible to get enough sleep on graveyard shift. All you can do is try and catch up on the weekends.