Here it is, Thursday again. Tomorrow will be a week since the incident where I hosted and felt like I could do nothing right.

I have felt even more like a hermit than usual this week because of last Friday night.

I've taken one shower since then. Just one.

Now I'm sitting here trying to think back on the week to determine whether I've had any interaction with human beings.

Nope.

Not unless you count telling someone my order at a drive-thru.

It just seems weird to spend most of my time alone, although it didn't bother me that much prior to my son moving out. I guess that's because I saw him each day.

It's lovely to think that I could die over here and no one would notice.