Tonight I was chatting with my mother and made a profound observation, which made us both laugh.

If I am not interested in feeding and taking care of a pet on a fulltime basis, I sure as hell am not interested in having a man in my life.

Yup. Sad, but true.

(Debs, if you happen to read this, this has no reference to my weekend with Bug, your adorable miniature Schnauzer.)

I did in fact, have an adorable houseguest this weekend and enjoyed having the company. While I was typing my manic run of blogs, Bug snoozed on my lap, even snored a bit. And no animal gets easier than Bug. She eats & drinks little, does very little *business*, and sleeps most the day. Bug is pretty spry for a senior citizen and amazed us all by easily slipping through the cat door I had installed when I thought my cousin needed a home for her cat. That’s another story: purchasing the cat door, hiring a handyman to install it, and destroying a perfectly good door and then my aunt decided to keep the cat. *sigh* But I adore my cousin & aunt, anyway, who can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned. But Bug pulled off a sleight of hand by disappearing through the cat door – totally unbeknownst to me and my hysterical heartrate.

Disclaimer: my thoughts are a bit disheveled because I think I’ve had a minor relapse of my cold and my brain is all fuzzy.

Anyway, I’ve discovered that I've used up my lifetime relationship quota. This is the type of chatter I had in my drinking days. Damn, I know I’m in trouble if I’m thinking this way sober, but I’m not interested in cohabitating with a cat, dog, parakeet, gerbil, or man. I don’t have it in me. I’m spent. It’s too much fucking work. Hmm, no pun intended. That, I miss. Good God, I better get some Tylenol before I write something I really regret.

Anyway, as funny as I may be making it sound, I’m sad. Really sad. When did I get so tired? I am just so tired. Tired.

And what the hell’s wrong with weather in this region. There are more false Springs here than, than, than… I don’t know what. After a month of moderately warm Spring days & balmy nights, I thought it was finally safe to haul all my houseplants outdoors. We had flurries today. *sigh* So, I hauled all my houseplants into my living room.

Ya know, I had a chance to meet a reallyreallyreally nice man a few weeks back. I panicked. Totally. Decided not to meet him. Everything about him seemed perfect for me. I think I have trust issues. Not of men, sillies, of myself. I backed off. Panicked. Wouldn’t have been fair to him. *sigh* That realization made me sad, too. Maybe I read Noah’s Ark too literally, but aren’t we supposed to be in pairs?

Unfortunately, I think I’ve gotten used to this solo flying and like it too much. In fact, I like living alone a lot until I get sad. *sigh*