How is it I can enjoy being alone and yet miss Steven? How can I feel joy and sadness at the same time? But I do. That silence is golden makes sense now. And I love the silence.
I have never had so much time to do what I want. Nor have I had this many chores to do. I didnt realize how much Steve helped with the everyday things, until he was gone.
I like winter. Something about being stuck in a warm house with the perfect excuse to not go anywhere is appealing. I can't fix a fancy dinner (like I would!) because the weather is too bad to go to the store. I can't start that project because it's too cold in the garage. Well, I might as well read a good book and take a nap. Life is good...sometimes.