|All by myselffffff ... except for a Yorkie|
|I did a lot of this.|
- I don't power down. Left to my own devices, I had a
- really hard time just relaxing for any length of time. I was always popping up to do laundry, stir dinner, take out Napoleon, etc. I'm definitely a victim of the cult of busy.
- I don't watch television. See point one. I had a hard time sitting still for an extended amount of time. There was always something else vying for my time.
- I spend a ridiculous amount of time working out. I'd say I have a problem, but I'm already freaking out about how far behind I feel for the Ironman. I often work out twice a day to try and keep up with the training requirements.
- Leftovers are awesome. I ate a lot of the same three or four flavor combinations for the duration. I'm trying to empty our pantry and I think I made some headway.
- Every noise is a problem. Funny story: the first night alone I was totally fine. I had finished my 20-mile run the day before and was still pretty drained. The second night, shit got real. To preface this, I read these two-sentence horror stories that day and it might have colored my perception. My two-sentence recount of the tale: I knew it was my imagination when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Until Napoleon got up to greet the intruder.
- My dog needs more attention. Napoleon did not enjoy Tim's trip abroad. He sulked, he whined and he barked. I took him to work one day because I felt bad about leaving him alone all day. He hated that more. Essentially, Napoleon loves Tim more than me, and I'm OK with that.
- I am very boring/lonely on my own. I work in front of a computer for 10 hours a day, then come home and workout before going to bed. That's kind of lame. It sucks not having family nearby either.
|Sad Napoleon is sad.|
What do you do differently when your significant other is away?