My cat is very happy that I have been home, and seems completely convinced that it is all for his sake. I think I might harbour similar illusions if I was the one being left at home alone five days a week every week. Loneliness sucks!
I have been thinking, and reminding myself what went wrong with N, because sometimes I think it wasn't so bad. A refresher of what I am (and am not) today versus what I was and what I could have been, and how it got that way, was healthy. All noted down in my notebook.
Yep. I have kept my new year promise and have been rather faithfully writing one page in the notebook daily since newyear. I think maybe I've missed seven days altogether so far which all in all isn't that bad in a fiftythree day stretch. It is not really a diary, I just write what is on my mind. It is for me, and for my eyes, so I can write anything. It is like speaking to myself. Strange business. But probably not bad for me in any way.
And finally: I have baked muffins three out of four weekends lately. I hand them out at work. The last batch actually is with blueberries, thus I will not eat a single one since I don't like blueberries at all. I seem to be on a baking roll though.. and, by the way, large colourful paper muffins forms bought at Åhlens SUCKS. They collapse. Completely.