Matt's at work tonight. I cannot wait for him to switch to day shift. It has been a long time coming and I think we've more than paid our dues. Finally we'll be on similar schedules. Sure, I won't be able to have lunch with him in between my jobs anymore, but once I switch jobs (hopefully this summer) that would be a moot point anyways. Basically though, right now I'm tired and lonely and miss my husband. Sure, I just saw him a few hours ago. But it seems so much longer when there's an empty house to come home to. Of course, Emily helps a lot. She is such a little snuggle bunny. The problem with Matt not being home is I don't want to fix myself dinner. It seems so sad and pathetic. Generally I end up skipping dinner on nights when he's gone. Add my usual evening work out to that and I've been losing some weight. Not much, but some. I'm not sure if this is the best way to go about this though. Skipping meals is looked down upon by Shape magazine. Oh well.

Wow. That was a dreary paragraph. And I'm feeling surprisingly upbeat right now. I'm not so much of an Eeyore as I sound.

The Picture of Dorian Gray is amazing. I'm not sure why I didn't enjoy it the first time around. I think I was a lot more immature in high school than I realized. I knew I was immature, but I thought I was pretty well read back then. Not so. My reading list continues to grow and I am ever more discovering how many great classics I've missed out on. The good news is, since I'm not a fan of the library (the thought of where those books have been really weirds me out) I am adding to my personal library. So that by the time we buy our first house, or maybe even in our townhouse (which is the next step) we can get floor to ceiling bookshelves in the office. I always wanted floor to celing bookshelves along an entire wall. But it would look ridiculous unless they were filled. So excited. Not only are they valuable pieces of literature, but they are ornamental too!

Alright, the kitty is begging for my attention. She jumped up on my lap, weasled her way between my arms, and is poking me with her little black nose purring. Who can resist that? I like dogs, but I will eternally be a cat person, through and through.