I've realized that I feel strong, healthy, loved, intelligent and full of life on a daily basis, but mornings make me feel lonely. While taking the train this morning, I felt sad and alone. I realized that most of my emotional pot holes hit me in the morning commute.

I used to love commuting to work with Mike. I loved waking up with him, having breakfast, and then taking the train to work. We would even hold hands while walking to work. If we weren't together, there were always good morning texts. My heart seems to break in the morning when I think of him. I pick up the little free Chicago paper "Red Eye." I would do the Sudoku while he worked on the crossword. I was starting to learn to do crosswords. I went to start the Sudoku this morning, and it made me so incredibly sad.

So....I need a new morning routine. Even when I go work out in the morning, I'm still hit by the morning blues on the train ride to work. I’m looking for ideas to help make the morning commute less sad……

In other news, I had a completely awesome and exhausting weekend. The weekend started with a White Sox game on Friday night. I haven’t been to a game in about a month. The regulars wanted to take me out drinking to celebrate my newly singleness. Andy and I left some south side bar called First Base around 1:30 am. I didn’t get home until well after 3 am.

Needless to say I slept in until noon on Saturday and missed the farmers market and the gym. I was so hung over. I immediately got to work on cleaning the side bedroom. My other new roommate is coming sometime after the 15th, and I have a lot of work left to do on that room. I accomplished so much on Saturday. I gave a way a ton of stuff on freecycle.org. I love that website. If you are not aware of it, get on it. You get free stuff that people don’t want. It’s all free!!!! Then Andy came over and helped me put some other things up in the attic. We watched a great move, “Definitely, Maybe.” If you are looking for a fun, romantic comedy, rent this one!!!!

Sunday morning I didn’t make it to the gym because Andy and I were up way too late. I did make it to church and then met some friends for the Ginza Festival in Lincoln Park. It was a wonderful little summer Japanese festival. I bought a beautiful Buddha in a shadow box for my wall. Walking back to the train, we found this wonderful little restaurant where we drank a lot of Sangria and ate yummy tapas. Then back home to do a little more cleaning.