This whole living alone thing…boy, it’s been a long time since I’ve done it.  I’m coming up on two weeks that I’ve been in this house, and although there’s a cumulative 220 lbs. of Pet to keep me company, all that nonverbal meat will never get my jokes.  Hence, I am lonely. 

I’m reading 2001: A Space Odyssey, currently, and I think the main character’s solitary predicament must be rubbing off on me without my knowledge.  All of a sudden tonight, I felt like I would silently go insane if I didn’t speak to another human.  This living alone thing definitely has its pros and cons. 

It’s an adjustment period, a learning curve.  Me and the four animals (eff! how did that happen!) are all still adjusting to one another and the new parameters of our own simultaneous existences.  So far, there has been blood, shit, shredded linens, a gnawed-on couch…and then the stuff the animals have been doing.  Heh. 

I think these solitary six months will be good for me, and I think I will be extremely happy when I have a roommate again.  My car alarm went off for a second tonight, and then the dogs went apeshit in the backyard, and I just really wanted someone to be freaked out with me.  I don’t know how people live alone for their entire adult lives.  Not by choice, mostly,  I guess.