Cosy with Castells

It's been nearly a week since the guys left and I think it's justified for me to start feeling a little lonely now. A text message this morning from T saying he'd be home tomorrow made me so giddy I'm still embarrassed for myself. Must remember not to jump on him in the doorway when he arrives. The poor man hasn't had a moment for himself since we got here.

Loneliness is not the same as boredom, even if many people let one lead to the other. I am not bored. Creating a list of things to do has never been a problem for me. The challenge is checking things off that list. For some reason I feel like this entire week was robbed from me. I didn't seem to get anything I planned to do done.

Robbed I tell you, first by the movers who never came, then by the inertia of heat and humidity, then by a house that seems to require daily visits from the electrician and plumber, and finally - worst of all - by one Manuel Castells and his Network Society. T, come home quickly; I'm spending all my time with another man.