Life as a hermit

DJ begins his residency tomorrow. He has a date with a bunch of lab coats at 5:45AM, armed with a stethoscope, note pad, palm pilot and medical dictionary. Gone are the days of leisure that we have become accustomed to.

At 5:45AM tomorrow morning, I will officially be alone. Like a hermit. Coincidentally, Newsweek recently published an article about a real-life Roman Catholic hermit living in the woods of Wisconsin. She wakes up early, does chores, eats small meals, prays in the middle of the night, and doesn't have any friends. Really fascinating life. There is even supposedly a hermit who lives in NYC. I wonder how he pulls that off.

My plans for the weekend are reminiscent of a hermit's life:

Clean the house
Cook myself lunch, dinner, and lunch
Workout
Buy a birthday gift
Buy a book to read
Watch the tube

I would be okay with this except for the fact that I know this is a big weekend to spend with friends, laughing over a bbq or sipping a cold beer. (In my case it would be something like a bacardi silver since I don't like beer.) I wish I could be there at Stew's or Jacob's place this weekend. Oh well. Such is life.
Maybe 7/4/06 will be better.

"Silence is one of the great arts of conversation"
-Cicero