On Being Alone

It's 8:30am on Sunday morning and I'm already on the sofa. I think I've peaked a little early. It's been that sort of night though. Not just the virus¹ but also being in the house on my own for a second night.

It's a bit odd being here alone. It's not so much that it's spooky, it's just far too quiet. I often complain that Beth talks to herself² but not having here her doing that, or making any other noise, is odd. I've solved this, more or less, but powering up the house hi-fi and it's now playing my (shuffled) entire CD collection. 4,539 tracks apparently, so that should provide enough background noise to keep the house "alive" for the rest of the week!

This still leaves me no one to talk to mind you other than in passing while out around the village, but Jake looks like he understands when I talk to him, and I've got email, Usenet and CIX conferencing to keep me amused.

And Beth is phoning me at least once a day. I spoke to her yesterday while she was paused on her walk and again at the hostel before she went for supper. Sounds like she's enjoying it so far.

1. Sore throat back today, more on the left side this time, and it's definitely on my lungs now too - me and Prince Philip huh?
2. Thus grabbing my "attention" - long time readers will remember I have a broken attention/arousal system.