Iola's Idiocy

I'm confused, it's a Friday night. I have not been in touch with anyone about doing anything, and no one has tried to get in touch with me. I got home from work, did 1/2 hour of gardening, 1/2 hour gossiping with housemate and then 1 1/2 hours in the gym, home ate couldn't settle to watch TV (Not something I do much of at the moment, didn't realise it was a skill you can loose, clearly crap TV is not as addictive as people say) and then the end of the evening came. The reason I'm confused is I'm not desperately miserable about it. Is this called Maturity or is this called getting old? Is this a contentment or a sad loser resigned to having no mates?