Somewhere a few clicks up the highway from where I sit, M. is sales rallying it up in a hotel with his company and a slew of employees.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that after two weeks of total togetherness I am kind of digging the solitude. I like M. and all, but it’s been a while that I had the remote control, the apartment, the heat, the lights, the windows all to myself. I ate cereal for dinner, because Weetabix were just find by me. Then, I dominated the television choices opting for Julia Sweeney’s “God Said ‘Ha.””

The irony there was spending any time at all watching some one’s one woman show in stead of using the quiet down time writing. I mean nothing like evenings alone to get my writing swerve on. Did I? Ah, well, did I mention the Weetabix?