single commuter seeks domestic companion, gsoh, previous applicants need not apply.

Oh my lovely blogpals and real world pals. Thankyou for your kindliness and suggestions for cheer. I am feeling more chipper now after a good night's sleep and an arvo of rest, but realise that the commute thing is really a very silly idea long term. And just because I have an amazing capacity to forget how crap it felt last week and want to think I will always feel like I do right now does not mean now that it is all better or wont feel crap again!

Just had one of those 'oh darl I know' chats with a woman who owns the design shop in Katoomba. She is single, has a dog, lives by herself and used to commute daily to North Sydney. She commiserated about the 'nothing gets done during the week' factor and said that she was a weekend hermit, where she would only leave the house to walk the dog up the street to go buy the paper then scuttle back home to do housework, chill, regroup - whatevs. She suggested I stay in town Monday nights and Thursday nights - leaving only 2 full day commuting days. 'I'm sure you have a neighbour who wouldn't mind feeding your cat!' she said, and she's probably right. She said that commuting even made her think that having a husband would be helpful sometimes. 'Husbands are good for 3 things' she said: 'looking after you when you get sick, buying you flowers, and financially'. 'Oh and occasionally physically'. she said, wavering an unconvinced looking fourth finger. I laughed and thought that maybe arriving home to a cooked dinner after a 12 hour day, cuddles on a cold morning, and remembering to pay the phone bill would do it for me.