Feeding the love of Aidan’s life (Tilly-without-an-E) while he is away is actually going to be very healthy for me. A nice bike ride (see also: disgusting back sweat and asthma attacks) and some endorphins wouldn’t go astray. It can be my alone time- or my attempt at it, anyway.

And it’s better to talk to a dog than to yourself, yeah?

Yeah.