September 11th

My day started by picking up two loads of dogshit (federal law prohibits the shitting of dogs as well), it ended walking for an hour through Coventry back lanes with a bag of dogshit. I love dogs, but I hate the cleaning up aspect of them - they seem to feel that and make sure I have to do it at least once when I take them out.
The rest of the day was not too great either. I am tired, and when I am tired I don't feel so happy, and I am dying just to spend an evening talking to someone, not about work but other things. Just talking would be nice, really talking, like you do with people you know well (which restricts the number of persons available for such an activity here). I am not homesick, I am just tired and feeling a little lonely. The tiredness has dampened my activity, I should go to the rec center and try to register for hiking and a tennis tournament. ANd I should call the tennis coach and ask him why he did not offer me a try-out. And whatever I try to do I will probably hear I am a liability and can;t participate. But then I should at least e-mail T and suggest dinner and e-mail D and suggest a tennis session. But I don't feel like calling or e-mailing.
Tomorrow evening soccer game, official one this time. Another grad took part in the Sunday one and she is about as good as I am and said she really enjoyed it. So, who knows, I may too. T is even rethinking participation!
Perhaps I should send some of those e-mails, feeling miserable alone at home has never helped..