Prescription for Nothingness

I went to bed last night in a funk.  I woke up in a funk.  Despite my efforts at "taking it easy", the requirements for application to county and state medical financial aid are stressing me out.  Multiple appointments at various offices around the city and via telephone, each requiring me to detail reasons for and proof of my absence of income, rehash my broken marriage and subsequent divorce, chronicle just how somebody has this much debt...

It's making me TIRED.

Boyfriend just drove down the lane, off to an evening of Wednesday night sailing.  As soon as the Land Cruiser disappeared from view, the project I was working on imploded, leaving a lengthy, indecipherable error message in it's wake.  

Now what am I supposed to do?

The dishes are clean.  The laundry is done.  And Boyfriend even vaccumed this morning, after he scooped the litterbox.

Can't drive anywhere.  Shouldn't hike around in the wilderness by myself.  Time alone?  With nothing to do?

Huh.  I guess I'll take some books, magazines, my iPod, and the cat to the front porch.

I'll even take it with a full glass of water.  Now how do I get a refill?