It's Thursday.

That's basically all I have this morning.  Feeling melancholy at best.  I no longer feel the draw to go "home."  I guess that is good.  This melancholy comes from life moving on.  I know it and I need to accept it, but I'm gonna sit on the couch instead.  It's one of those days when the hurt from things left behind is greater than the joy of what's in store.  Tomorrow will bring a better day.  For all I know 11:30 might bring better things, but for now, I'm sitting on the couch with my cake watching the Cs play Mario Kart.