Three things that happened today to illustrate the difficulties I now have keeping the household, er, myself together solo:
1. Stopped to get gas this morning and pulled up the wrong side of the car to the pump. Twice. Then drove away in shame as the man at the pump between the two I’d flirted with laughed and laughed.
2. Was given a pity supper by someone at the office concerned about what I was eating with Christopher away — literally, I am like a hapless widower that the community decides to bring casseroles to.
3. Got two-thirds through dog walk — which was taking place during our city’s crowded gallery hop — before realizing that my T-shirt was on inside out.
Not to mention, I only managed two yoga mornings. Luckily, Mr. Rowe returns tomorrow.