I wish I had something funny, or intelligent, or enlightening to say, but I really don't. One day just seems to blend into the other lately. I am the type of person that does better with structure. Getting up and going to work every day gives me a purpose, and I find when I am busier, I actually get more done. Needless to say, being home for the last three weeks has not been structured. For the first time in my life I don't have to get up and go to work in the morning, and I don't have to worry about getting to bed early so I will be able to get up at 5:15 a.m. This last week I have been having a hard time scheduling my day. I find myself wandering around my apartment aimlessly, in my pajamas, wondering what I should do now. My house is clean. I took care of that this weekend. I have plenty of projects I need to finish. I just can't seem to get motivated. I'm not complaining. I have never felt this rested in my life. I have been reading like crazy. I finished two books already. I have more free time than I ever had in my life. Yet I feel isolated. I will go two or three days without leaving the house, Joe being the only person I come into contact with. I don't want to go back to the job I left, but I do miss the human contact. I think it will be important for me to find another job sooner rather than later. I think it is just a case of "cabin fever". Sometimes I get an overwhelming desire to leave the hous, even if only to go to the grocery store. Yesterday I went outside to get the mail and just the act of being outside made me realize how important it is for me to get out of the house. So that will be my goal this week. Get some projects done, and get out of the house more. Oh, did I mention I'll be leaving to visit my sister for a week next Tuesday? Then I'll wish I was back here in my empty, quiet house for sure! This post was a bit rambling and didn't really have a point. I think I better go get the mail or something.