Every night is like the opening scene to Bridget Jones Diary around here these days. Messy hair, pajamas, bottle of wine, yes sometimes there's even some random singing, much to Jack's chagrin and Ellie's embarrassment. She is such a teenager.
I didn't realize how accustomed I had become to Colby being around after we spent 37 whole days together during the holidays and the move. That might be an all-time record. Now that he's been gone for ten days, I feel like it's been at least half a millenium. I'm sticking with my plan of getting out of the house on a regular basis, but it has been a few days and I'm starting to go a little stir crazy. Now that it's not so bloody cold outside, I think I'll take the dogs on a walk to explore the neighborhood just so I can see something other than the inside of the refrigerator.
I've been applying for jobs, but so far the only responses I've received are suspiciously spammy in nature. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's weird to require a credit report to be run prior to scheduling a job interview, yes? I'm supposed to start back at school at the beginning of March, which I think will give me a much needed sense of direction, but until then, I'm left to my own devices.
I did find a book club to join, but won't have time to finish the book before the first meeting, so I'll be starting in February. It's at a wine shop. Is that not the most perfect marriage of entertainments? I also found a tea group on meet-up.com, but it doesn't appear that they've had any actual meet-ups yet, so I don't know if that will pan out.
I feel a bit like I'm just twisting in the wind though. I'm running out of projects around the house that I feel comfortable doing on my own, so I'm sort of in a holding pattern there. I should really start back running or resume my meetings with Jillian Michaels, but I'm in that pre-working out phase before you've established a routine where you just can't convince yourself to put on a pair of tennis shoes and get to it. That and my tennis shoes hurt my feet.
Ah well, it could be worse. I know Colby will be home for at least a little while in just three weeks, so it's not as bad as it could be. I mean, he could be gone for four months over the summer and fall! Oh wait, he will be... Back to our regularly scheduled Shiraz and chick flicks.
