Fortunately, I do have a fair amount to do this weekend that will distract me. Today I work all day in the library (which is rather boring in and of itself, as there are very few people on campus right now); tomorrow, I have to get up super-early to go to the Public Market, then get the rest of my shopping done by 10 am so that I can go and get my hair cut, and stop by the main Pittsford Farms Dairy store to see if they have gallon bottles of milk-- our cheese kit came, and I have a feeling that Ryan's going to want to try it out when he gets home. I also have a husk-cherry plant that really needs to be transplanted into the garden (it's growing ferociously in a pot right now, even attempting to fruit, but it's running out of room), mint to cut and dry, bread to bake, perhaps a beef roast to thaw/cook, and possibly also a trip to make down to Seneca Lake to buy some pastured chicken (I finally found a place that prices it affordably, yay!). So I may manage to get through Sunday evening without feeling too lonely and silence-pressed. It'll still be very quiet at night, however. I don't miss the snoring too much, but the bed feels very empty.
*This is a Buttercup thing, where she purrs so hard/loudly that she seems to be choking on it, resulting in a strange hiccup-purr sound.