Same old...

Same old, same old. 

Woke up, got him, went to the Dollar Store and the grocery, came home, put stuff up, cooked him dinner, made a big pot of vegetable soup from the broth from the roast, started laundry. 

First day off after working the weekend is always the worst.

You should be here.

I get tired of longing for you.

I want the real thing.

Not some electronic ghost.