A Jedi craves not these things.

Living alone, as a temporary geographic bachelorette, isn't all it's cracked up to be. Mind you, my expectations weren't super high. I wasn't planning parties and day-trips, but I did think I would be spending my evenings in a newly perfectly-clean apartment watching Mystery Science Theater on DVD and grading student papers. That's not too much to ask for.

So far, I've accomplished very little in the way of apartment work. I started re-Monkifying and organizing my CDs Wednesday night, but the task is slow and outwardly doesn't seem to accomplish much. It doesn't help when, after reorganizing a CD case holding nearly 200 CDs, you realize that, "Oh yeah, I have a George Harrison CD around here, don't I? And it was supposed to fit between Green Day and Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks."

I set some lofty goals for myself yesterday. Realizing that all I have really done so far is clean the oven (a miserable job, as we all know) I had big plans for that afternoon and evening. Of course, these plans were thwarted by an unexpected flat tire that required a couple of hours' worth of time to repair. (In my pregnant state, I decided to call AAA rather than change the tire myself, which added to my overall tire-changing time.)

But regardless of all the minor irritations I have encountered since my family left for California, and despite the fact that my apartment somehow looks much worse today than it did when Amelia was here scattering her toys about, I have something wonderful to be happy about...Last night my daughter spontaneously started blowing me kisses from California via the web cam. She's such a sweet and wonderful girl, and I hope her little sister is just as sweet.

Lisa