It’s been one entire day of housesitting, and I feel like it’s been three. While Sis and Squid are on their honeymoon, I’m watching two cats sleep all day. Awesome.
First off, let me say that they’ve lived here less than a month. There are still a few boxes that haven’t been unpacked, and there is no cable. My only means of entertainment are my laptop, a few hundred movies, a PlayStation I don’t know how to operate, and an Xbox that I’m more afraid of than I am interested in. What am I going to do for ten days? I don’t know anyone in this area. The area isn’t even familiar. I don’t know where the closest grocery store is. I don’t know where the closest Jack in the Box is. I couldn’t even tell someone how to get here without making them drive one of the busiest freeways in SoCal.
There are many minutes in the day, where all I hear are my thoughts. And if you’ve been inside my head, you know that’s not a good thing. I’m fighting thoughts, emotions, and the urge to pick up the phone and call someone I know I shouldn’t.
Nine more days of this. I can’t wait to hear what my thoughts have in store for me tomorrow. Oh yippee.