I have the house to myself this week end.
As I have written before, I love being alone (although I always have the animals for company). Having the house to myself is a delicious thing.
I always miss the boys, yet time flies by as I try to figure out how to use my time. Go for a walk? Do some exercises? Organize my house? Read my book (the Custodian of Paradise, by Wayne Johnston. It's brilliant)? Watch a movie? Write?
One of the things I have been doing is getting caught up on my daily blog reads.
And one of my favourites moved me to tears today. Go read Blondie over at Tales from Clark Street. Her mother had cancer when Blondie was a child and in today's post Blondie writes beautifully and heartbreakingly of dealing with the fallout from that time (I am happy to say that her mom is now a twenty year survivor).
Go read it.
I need to reflect a bit more before I put my own reactions into words.
Going to go get dressed now (yes, I do know that it is 2:00 in the afternoon), grab the leash and take the dog for a walk.