I’m 30 years old, and have recently become single. This is the first time in my life where I have ever really lived totally by myself. I have lived with family, roommates, or with a special lady.

One of the more difficult things I have been learning to deal with is that I have no one to talk to when I get home. It’s very odd to get home, and then not really speak for the next 6 or 7 hours. I’ll say some dog speak to Madison, but that doesn’t really count. I’m not much of a phone talker. I think I blew that load back in middle/highschool.

I have been going out and doing things more now that I wouldn’t have done before. It probably has something to do with the wanting to talk and interact with people thing.

Maybe I’m learning to be like a real human being.

• Go thifting and find a nice dresser and bookshelf.
• Go to the grocery store and make dinner for the week.
• Clean my home place.
• Take Madison to the Park.

But it is 10:30 and I am still in my jammies and listening to the Dubliners. Things are not looking good.