The Circle of Isolation

Damn. So, my husband is headed out tomorrow for the first day of turkey season. Gobble, gobble, he's all excited. Oh! And I got some major sleep. Woohoo! After a slight bump in the road with some crazy medicine, I recommited myself to Ambien (CR, this time) and I have had more sleep in the past 24 than I have had in years.
Anyway, I wake up, and the husband has scrubbed the downstairs to a beautiful shade of cleanliness. I woke up at 10:30, slept uber late, and it's "my day". My day always brings an argument, and today was no exception. Why would a SAHM feel so shitty about having a day to herself? What would she possibly have to argue about? I'll tell you. I hate "my day", because it's merely his compensation of guilt for "his day". So, I get this "day to myself", but having been an isolated SAHM for so long, I have no way to use it. I really don't have friends anymore. Cindy is in China peering over the Great Wall, and Ang is always somewhere doing something.....this leaves me, at best, wandering around a public place by myself. Not my idea of a good time. Eventually, someone will call security.
I have tried to meet new people, but with almost no success. I even placed an ad on Craigslist. I got a couple of viable prospects, but one lives in IL, and the other is about as busy as I, and 20 miles away. Fuck me, I've barely had the free time to email them back. So, I colored my hair, painted my toenails, and I am about to knit. I finally heard back from two friends- one is knee-deep in computer issues, and I didn't even get to ask, and it looks like Ang and I might have dinner at Lemongrass tonight. I guess we'll see, she's supposed to be here at 5:30.