Two months this weekend

It seems much longer than two calendar months since my daughter left.  I've sort of got used to the house being empty.  I don't expect her anymore.  The weekends are still the loneliest time.  During the week I busy myself with watching TV programmes, writing a story for Nanowrimo and doing a sketch a day.  The time goes quickly.
Then the weekend comes and once I've done the usual chores, I feel at a loss.  I just don't know what to do with myself.
I applied for a job in Melbourne.  The closing date was last week.  I haven't heard anything yet.  I feel as if I'll never get out of this place.  I feel stuck.  What if I don't even get an interview.  What if I do?  What do I do?  I don't know how to get from here to there without support, without someone to bounce ideas off or advice or suggestions.  I"m so alone.
I seem to be getting out and about on Sundays.  For the last two Sundays I've travelled to Wellington.  Last Sunday was actually very enjoyable, spending it with friends.  I had a good time.  Tomorrow I'll head out on a garden tour with colleagues.  That should be good.  But the rest of the time, I just feel so alone.  The house is so very quiet.  Nothing changes unless I change it.  Nothing moves unless I move it.  Nothing gets done unless I do it.  It's like the house has become dead - the empty shell.
I'd better do some chores...