Eric has been burning the midnight oil at work lately, so consequently I’ve been home alone for the past few evenings. Out of necessity, I have been cooking. Yes, two consecutive days of real cooking, with real starch and real meat and real vegetables… as opposed to frozen pizza or canned soup. In my pre-married days I prided myself on being an independent woman–able to manage my own finances, keep a clean home, and whip up a decent meal. A year later, I’ve reverted on the domesticity scale and been spoiled by a husband who actually likes to cook. [weirdo] So although being home alone has its perks… I do what I want, eat when I want, eat Eric’s ice cream, watch tv, and actually accomplish quite a lot… still, it’s been too quiet and our home feels empty and worse of all, there’s no free dinner!! Eric, come home!!!
In other news, I ran 3.5 miles yesterday without stopping! I swear I saw a turtle zip past me, but who cares, I DIDN’T STOP!!