I've become a bit disenchanted with this whole thing lately, but I'm pretty sure it's a mood. Or a phase. Not an era, though.
I was successful in earning enough dollars so that Kris can eat while she's gone. Not that she will. She'll buy clothes. Not that I'm jealous or anything. You know, 'cause I really don't need clothes at all. My four pairs of year old Dockers are plenty. And shirts - bah! I have shirts from years ago that still hold together. They might not have the brightest colors any longer, but they cover the belly. And really, for the sake of all mankind, that's the important part.
So I'll have Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday all to myself. I should've taken vacation this week so I could've completely wallowed in alone time. I have so little of it! As it is I only see her an hour or so a day, sometimes less. She'll be gone all that time but I probably won't even notice a difference. Maybe I'll hire a hooker to just come talk to me.
