Mostly wags

Today marks two months of moving into my apartment, and the transition has been an emotional one, to say the least. While I'm finally feeling moved in and that the space feels like 'me', I'm not used to having so much time alone. Sean and I work opposite schedules, so our time together is limited in that respect, and I'm coming from 29 years of never really being alone. Even if no other people were around, Chloe would at least be there following me around looking for a handout or to cuddle on the couch with. My time alone is rarely productive. Rather, I deal with the aloneness by going shopping. But even shopping can only go so far. I'm trying to relearn how to grocery...