3 days

I am dreading the next three days. I usually don't mind being alone, and I like to think that after having survived aloneness like a hermit for years then I can survive anything. And of course I will survive three days. I am just not looking forward to being home alone that's all. This is the girl who survived more than 3 years of home alone. And yet I'm not going to like the next 3 days. I'm afraid that they will stretch out like 3 decades. I will be busy. Taking care of so many pets is hard work, but I still am not looking forward to coming to an empty house. Well ok I always come home to an empty house but come 5pm, it's not empty anymore. And I know it is so very silly, but I cannot help it. I guess I've settled in in my ways somehow. And it comes to me as a shock too.