Nishi is away visiting family for the weekend, and I’m all alone at Miner St. It’s a sudden reminder that I’ve never really lived alone. I’ve always had family or roommates or Nishi. It’s probably a good thing, I’m not very good company. I tried to take today off, and I succeeded in that I was largely unproductive, but I felt awful about myself and I don’t think I successfully recharged my batteries at all.
I think it’s more obvious to me this weekend because I don’t have Mario or Jack with me. Long weekends in the past have usually had at least canine companionship.
I don’t know if I’ve figured out being alone yet.