Cleaning up and being alone

Well, I am doing house chores and laundry today. Getting focused on being alone, but not lonely. I lived alone before. For a long time, almost all my life before marriage.

I am a mixed bag of emotions. My throat is dry and seems uncomfortable. I get seven hours of sleep at night. My legs are sore from too much walking. I walk way too much. I get lost in thought when I walk. Because of the afternoon sun and heat. I walk in the mall like a mall zombie. An old lady and an eldery man both do the same. She traces the edge of the mall when she walks.

I need a job. I am hopeful I will get one soon. I need something to mentally focus on during the week, something to engage my mind. I started practicing golf at a driving range to give me something other than walking to do in the afternoons out from the sun. The dricing range is out of the sun and cool in the afgernoon.

In the mornings and evenings I chat with girls in Asia. This occupies my mind and tires my fingers from all the texting. I am not sure if I should go there and find happiness again.