First weekend in a while that I got to spend by myself. Not all of it, mind you, but a good enough portion to feel like I’m spending quality time with myself. Amelia is still at her grandparents’ house and Marie had work. Our kitty kept me company, but even then I tried to stay occupied enough that it wouldn’t matter. It ended up backfiring a bit: smoked some in the early afternoon, but I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and I inhaled a little bit of smoke, so I ended up throwing up in the bathroom sink. A day alone means having to do all of it by yourself. I did not tell Marie I puked.