Lapful of Pets

I would write but I have two dogs and a cat in my lap, which leaves no room for the computer, which is now perched on the arm of the sofa. I could chase away all the animals, but I've been out for the past few hours and they're so glad to see me they just want to stay close. I don't always tolerate their love. Tonight I have decided I could use a little TLC too.

Going out alone (I went to a house concert) isn't bad. I mean, heck! I traveled to another continent alone! This is different, though, because these are people I've known for a long time, and sometimes I get tired of being the only person who isn't part of a couple. The singer/guitarist/ukelelist (?) was very nice and we talked a lot before and after he played. He had never met a Bernadette before and found me -- or at least my name -- interesting. I had fun being a novelty (and, yes, I'm kidding). He was married, as was every other single man there. Not that I asked; it just came out in conversation. This led me to wonder whether I would ever meet a suitable male companion. I go through phases when I don't care -- and others when I do. I guess tonight is the latter.

So I'll curl up with my pets and watch some mindless television for a while before bed. I had a nice time with my friends, and I heard some good music. Overall, it's a fine night.