Sunday Nights

I know that tonight isn't Sunday night, but it is the last day of the weekend before going back to work. My weekend was productive. I packed, cooked, saw a movie, relaxed and got a little work done.

Things are good, and yet, just a little off.

Sunday nights are always a little hard for me. I'm sad for the end of a weekend and always a little lonely. The years that I spent with Patrick eased the Sunday Saddies with our own Sunday night ritual. Sunday nights in my family were always fun, cozy and comfortable. Now, Sunday nights are usually just me mentally preparing for the week and wrapping up the weekend. I'm generally a little deflated each Sunday night.

Packing is hard, too. Going through sentimental items and reliving memories. Fun and sad at the same time. I miss my friends in Phoenix, I miss Patrick or at least the idea of Patrick.

I'm a little sad to displace the cats again. I know that they'll be fine, but they're a little different than they used to be and I can help but think that it's because of all of the moves.

Not sure what's gonna happen with the boy. He's not the one, but he's fun. Trying to figure out what to do there. Just be friends? I've never successfully done that, but when you're in a new city and have no friends, can you really toss a potential one to the curb?

I'm in a little funk at work and can't quite figure that one out either. I'm apparently in a little funk all the way around.

I've not been eating well or getting enough rest. I should be more strict about that, but I've been lazy. The gym would probably help, too.

Blarg.