The summer is starting to drag. Evan is out in Seattle again for the whole week (he left last night and won't be back until next Friday) and there's nothing major going on at work. I've been on the phone all week to the people in Toledo, I've updated some software on my machine at work, and I went over and looked at Windows98 to see if I want to use it at home (I don't think I do yet).
Notice that I'm not updating this as often? I am pretty sure it's related. I'm not proud of myself. When I was completely single, I never had to worry about finding things to do, because I wasn't waiting around for someone else to come along -- I just went. So, when Evan is off somewhere, I find myself lying around the house unable to get together enthusiasm to go out and do the things I used to do by myself. It's like I'm saving a really good dessert to share with someone else, when previously I'd have just eaten it alone and thought nothing of it.
I took the Mercedes-Benz over Friday and had them change the oil and the filter. Everything else checked out OK. Out into the world again.
Maureen called a while ago and asked if I was going to be home tomorrow (Sunday). I told her yes, where else was I going to go? She didn't say exactly why she was asking.
Fargo misses your comments when you don't leave them.
Confused about the characters here? I now have a guide to the players in this little drama.