Keeping busy is all I can do to keep sane right now. I slept from 8:30 to 11:00 after my overnight shift. (Not nearly enough, but having trouble sleeping.) Then, I followed through with my plan of running on the beach. I ate some oatmeal on the 45 minute drive to the beach. I jogged for 52 minutes (the time it took to get to the end of the beach from where I parked, and back). Probably about 4 miles is my guess … I wasn’t going very fast. It felt good. Of course, I spent the entire time hating it like I always do, but it felt good when I was done. That’s pretty much my attitude about exercise … I hate every second of it, but it makes me feel so good about myself for the rest of the day. It worked out perfectly too … it started torrential downpouring ten minutes after I left the beach. Of course, I still got soaked running into the supermarket, but I wasn’t stuck running in it.

It’s 5pm, and I haven’t eaten anything but that oatmeal and some iced coffee. Sleeping, the trip to the beach, and grocery shopping has taken up my whole day. I think I’m just going to have a Lean Cuisine and maybe an apple for dinner. I’m still too sad to try and cook for myself.  I love cooking, but only because I love my man’s reaction when I make something he loves.

Ok … I’m getting sad thinking about it. Time to jump in the shower and make dinner. Working all weekend, but I’m sure I’ll write again at night. Nothing else to do all alone in the apartment ……….