There was a time when all I wanted was to be home alone. Be in a house where I could do my own thing and when I wanted. Well, it’s not so great after all. My parents left this morning on a two-night getaway.
Which fair enough is great.
But they took the dogs with them. So the house is empty and quiet. There’s no pottering, barking. No doggie cuddles.
It’s lonely. It’s not a feeling I like. I like being on my own but I don’t like being totally alone. If I have to be on my own, I would like the dogs around me. Maybe next time, I should borrow someone else’s dog. I did write about
I did write about the telly before writing this. But I wasn’t happy with it. Most of the evening I have been watching telly. I wrote while doing so. What I wrote is at the bottom of this post.
Note to self. Only write when in a quiet area. No telly watching.
Telly watching is usually my procrastination activity. Although, I do love a good Greys Anatomy marathon. Watching telly can put me into a funk. Causing my foggy mind to get darker. I need to change this.
Getting out of a funk is hard. Why am I doing something that’s causing it in the first place?
Goal: Reduce watching telly and have no telly days.
It all must help, right?
Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, my hours have reduced this week. So I’ve had extra time on my hands. Today I’ve been productive. Then I turned the telly on!
Every so often the telly is my friend. Currently on a Greys Anatomy marathon. So good.
But the telly is also my enemy. Watching too much gets me into a funk. It’s something I need to be careful of, now that I’m aware of it. Well, I’ve been aware of it for awhile. It’s not something I’ve admitted to myself. It’s not something I’ve fixed. It needs to stop.
Stop the funk. I’m even affecting my writing this evening. So I’m making a goal.