A midnight chat

Last night roomie was particularly aloof, and I can tell he is pretty upset and unhappy. He wasn't talking to me at all, and went to bed early. Naturally, I figured this meant he wanted to talk, so I gave him a half hour's nap and then went in to join him. I told him my feelings and then waited for him to talk. Finally he reveals that he is regretting all the times he told me not to wait for him, and to get on with my own life. Be careful what you wish for, eh?

He also wishes it was all just over with. He wishes I was gone. He apparently isn't handling the transition well.

Of course all of this really didn't go anywhere, but I feel better for talking, and I got a big hug this morning, and he thanked me for talking to him. It's a bit of a relief, because I thought maybe I had been really invasive. I'm so tired of walking on eggshells, trying not to offend.

Well, I got tonight, tomorrow night and Sunday off from rehearsal, since I'm not in the scenes we are working on. This means I can rehearse Red Carnation for two nights, and then spend the weekend working on my house! I've got a car full of stuff waiting to go down there to make it a workable space. (Toilet paper, paper towels, a bucket, a trash can, curtain rods and curtains for the bedrooms, storage containers for the attic, and so on.) I'm itching to get started. It makes me nervous to leave the house dark and unoccupied for so long. I think I will run out there tonight and plug in an answering machine, and put in a lamp on a timer.

The lawn will have to wait for this weekend.