Dog Days...

Oh My...

It's only been a few days that my nest has been cold, lonely, and oh so boring.

And here I am, whiney and depressed...ringing my hands, roaming my empty house.

Huge exaggeration. 
It's really not that bad. I'm not really roaming nor hand wringing.

I am organizing.

I usually spend the first couple of weeks cleaning, purging and baking. 
I drop large boxes in the Goodwill bins. I fold everything that's foldable. I make large batches of cookies and freeze them (and sometimes crack a tooth on a frozen cookie in the middle of the night.)


I rid my Tivo of ridiculous sitcom choices. I vow to watch PBS.

And I create posts where my dogs are writing me letters.


I know I'm a little wacky, and I also know admitting the problem is half the battle.
So please don't send me any "snap out of it" type comments.


One more week and I won't even notice how empty my house is.
I'm thinking of renting out some rooms.