so stinking bored

I have yet to figure out why I get so stinking bored when hobbitt is away.

Yesterday I vacuumed up the dog hair tumbleweeds and brushed down the dog, finally cleared and cleaned off the dining room table, took Inti for three walks (the last one at dusk down on the beach), cooked my dinner (onion soup and garlic/rosemary focaccia), watched seven or eight concurrent episodes of Law & Order, picked up the mail, finished nine crossword puzzles, and went to the garbage dump with three bags of garbage and one Longaberger basket of recycling (don't start with me - it's a nice basket, probably worth a couple hundred dollars but it suits us best as a recycling bin).

The only thing I must do today is get dog food. And people food, probably, too.

Maybe I'm bored because I don't have someone here to talk to, make lunch for, caress whenever I pass by the office door, and generally cuddle with. Maybe I need to be told what to do. By the above account, yesterday was somewhat productive, regardless. hobbitt takes up a whole lot of space, by his own account. Funny how nothing comes rushing in to fill that void.