Have you wondered why being alone bothers you? I'm not sure what you mean by "things could go off the rails when one lives alone"...
Maybe you just really miss your DW a whole lot and that is what's bothering you. (?) In which case, you could call her, you know...
Seems Nords is used to constant company. From the first day of USNA through life in a steel tube, there were always people in close proximity.
That must be it. I feel so stupid.
Sorry, Nords!
But of course you could still call your DW anyway if you want to, you know....
Yeah, by golly, I sure do miss that there submariner lifestyle. NOT.
I didn't express myself well. I'm comfortable being alone. I'm deliriously happy when I'm alone and uninterrupted, in the flow and pounding away at my keyboard. However when a few moments of that subjective time have passed, my stomach rolls over and informs me that it's been more like three or four chronological hours. Unfortunately I have things to get done on deadlines (proofreading the book, finishing our tax returns, doing more of my Dad's finances) so that I have to keep a grip on my time management. Deadlines are a lot easier to track when my spouse is around.
I'm also still getting over the experience of caring for my father earlier this month. The first couple days I wasn't sure whether I was packing to fly in to help with the healing or to get ready for a funeral. Then I was either living in the hospital near him, or scrambling to coordinate a team of care providers & lawyers to get him ready to go to another care facility 250 miles away, or going through his apartment to figure out how to take care of his possessions and his finances, or collapsing for a few hours' sleep before getting up to swill caffeine and do it all over again. I was living in his shoes just a little too much for that 12 days. Every minute in that apartment was a reminder of how he'd been living alone for over 20 years, especially when I was working through his file cabinets and his computer hard drive.
Now that I'm alone in my own house again, those thoughts are still kinda echoing around in my head. The echoes are fading, but it's hard not to see all these reminders of how my Dad was living alone.
You can probably tell that the surf has sucked this week. I've also been staring at the tiny four-point font of the book's index and checking its page numbers against the text, which is the very last piece of proofreading left before it goes to press. But this time all of us proofreaders have just about killed off every last one of the typos, and this time we really mean it!
Forecast is 3-5 on the south shore so I'll be surfing tomorrow morning. That should help a lot.
When you live with someone you get in a certain rhythm and when they are not there that rhythm is disturbed so it feels strange !
Exactly. It's a little hard to sleep amid all this peace & quiet when you're used to having someone snoring gently in your ear. I'm referring to my spouse, not to the submarine lifestyle.
She is also close enough for my husband or I to walk over and pick up chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal cookies, double chocolate cookies, cranberry upside down cake, peach kuchen, corned beef and cabbage, broccoli pie, ribs...you get the idea! She cooked three batches of the same cookie recipe today to get it just the way she wanted it. The other residents of her building are getting very spoiled.
Well, that paints a very different picture than the first description of back rubs & laundry duty!