So it turns out I have a little bit of a break.
The entire household has shipped out to The Happiest Place on Earth today, leaving me all alone for a week.
In a way this is always very odd to me. One gets used to the hustle and bustle of a house filled with people, going about their business. Now the house is strangely silent, the sounds of crickets and the neighbor's air conditioner all that fills the night.
People always ask "What are you going to do with yourself?" After all, being alone theoretically offers one a great deal of possibilities.
Not really for me, though. I am rather a homebody. The quiet suits me.
I have reading planned of course, and the normal chores that I have around the house (the rabbits and guinea pig appreciate the attention). Maybe a little gardening now that the weather has (hopefully) dried out. Plenty of time to think of course, and maybe to do a little forward planning. It feels, after all, as if we are on the cusp of change.
A little solitude is actually a welcome thing.