Home Alone

D has left me.

For the weekend that is.

He's flown to Canberra to watch Crusty Demons with the boys. Don't ask me what it is. I don't know. It has something to do with bikes and other boy stuff.

All I know is I'm home alone with my eyes googly from playing too much Scrabulous on facebook. Waayyy too much.

I really should go to sleep but I don't think I can yet. On nights when D's away, I find it incredibly hard to psyche myself to go sleep. What I do is tire myself out by doing silly nothings so that I have no choice but to go to bed.

I don't think I'm at that point yet. So more Scrabulous and maybe some reading of Stephen King's Different Seasons (LOVE this anthology).

Meanwhile, I need to come up with a better plan for tomorrow night...