I'm having a hard time enjoying the peace & quiet that comes during the evenings in which Glenn and the kids are all in bed relatively early.
I should be reveling in the joy of a couple hours to myself, but instead I find myself lonely.
I could be scrapbooking, reading, folding clothes, day-dreaming, but instead I just sit.
And stare at the mind-numbing TV (can we just cancel our cable already???).
Or the computer.
I could be blogging and saying something, but instead I feel like nothing is good enough to say.
I mean, who wants to read about this crap?
And the rapture is happening tomorrow and I didn't even get to Flying Apron beforehand.
P.S. The rapture isn't really happening tomorrow.
P.P.S. Maybe soon I'll have something nice to say.