My new normal is more patterned than my younger, carefree, single days. After work, I dash home as fast as I can, change, go for a jog, eat, and figure out what to do with the rest of my night. I’m not without activities to fill my time, especially with my candle business still going strong. But… I don’t know. The house is always so quiet now. I mean, of course it is. There is only me here, but… Well…I think I’m lonely. I’m not a social butterfly like Mommy was, but I’m not a hermit either. Night after night, I sit in here and watch TV until I can no longer keep my eyes open. I don’t even like television that much. Even though I’ve integrated dancing back into my life, I think I may be too old for clubbing every night now. Staying in and doing constructive things appeals to me more. But at least when I was single before, I had my doggie pals to keep me company when I chilled at home. Now, there’s an interesting thought. I previously toyed around with the idea of reviving Hunter. Maybe it’s time I think about getting another dog.
I won’t commit just yet, but I thought it would be fun to check out the adoption site and see who’s there. My heart broke seeing so many puppies in need of homes. Where are their mothers? What kind of homes did they come from? Did they even have homes? If I didn’t have children, I’d adopt every single one of them. One adult male caught my eye, probably because he favored Shiloh. Well, color wise. They’re not the same breed. His name is Cleveland, and he’s very cute! I almost emailed the agency to inquire about him, but I check in to adopt tonight. Just window shopping, heh. If he’s still there next time I browse, I think it’s fate bringing us together. Maybe. I don’t even know if he’s nice.
