In which I bemoan the cruelty of fate

Why does paranoia have to be a feature of long-distance relationships? The romance and excitement has worn off quickly this time. Now all I have is the prospect of seemingly endless months without seeing my beloved, wondering if he is missing me as much as I miss him, trusting in the strength of our relationship to last the distance...

*sigh*

Salvaged the last of the strawberries from JP's farewell party. They are now trimmed and soaking in chocolate syrup in the fridge, to be consumed with vanilla cream at a later time. I have a pot of pumpkin soup simmering on the stove. Dinner is late, as I got home this afternoon and fell into a deep sleep that lasted several hours. I think I needed it, though - spent the morning feeling listless and somewhat unwell, as I surreptitiously wrote a job application during work. As it's a job in the same organisation, I felt reasonably justified in doing so. I'm not as sore as I expected to be after tumbling last night. I like to think it's because my body is becoming used to vigorous exercise, but I suspect it's actually because I didn't push myself quite so hard this time.

I have a weekend of house-cleaning ahead of me, to be briefly punctuated by op-shopping with kae_dash on Saturday morning, and perhaps some market shopping as well if my bank balance can cope with it.