My motivation is zero. I find irony in the fact that my calendar is full, but not much in my day is really pressing. I have no drive. I thrive on busy. I get shit done when there is a sense of urgency to do so. The girls will be home in 2-1/2 weeks. Perhaps I'll pull my head out of my ass before they return. I've found that I'm missing Scott tonight. Had dinner alone at Zero-One Ale House. The alone part doesn't bother me too terribly. I watched the olympics, so I looked as though I had a purpose. I wasn't just some lonely girl bellied up to the bar and eating dinner at 10pm. So many things tugged at my heart strings tonight. The girls actually called me this evening which is a change; I am usually the one to call them. They want to come home. I miss them. Sitting at Zero-One, I missed Scott quite a bit. Came home, turned on some TV, and sat on the computer. At one point, I had the feeling that Scott had upstairs sleeping, and maybe my kiddos were up there, too. I've dreamed that he had come home, too. In my dream, he came home for a few weeks because they didn't have anything for him to do. As I laid in bed, I knew I was dreaming because the thought of Scott coming home was just too unreal. I suppose I should grab a nap. Falling asleep as I type this.