Home Alone

This is the only day I don't work this week. It's odd to think that a week ago I had NO days scheduled for this week. I'm not complaining, but I'm certainly glad to have today at home as this is the first time in three weeks that I've been home alone. This morning I took the time to quietly put things to rights and know that they'd stay that way for more than five minutes. I had time to catch up with things in the kitchen by making cereal, chocolate sauce, handy powdered mixes for cream soup and white sauce where all you have to add is water and cook it up, and a casserole for tomorrow supper as I'll be farther away and will pick up cheaper groceries while I'm in the larger center. $1 less for each gallon of milk is worth it if I'm already there.

I did a couple of loads of laundry and took the time to remove the lint off the bottom of each chair and stool leg and replace the felt pads where they'd gone missing. Sweeping floors, washing dishes, bringing a lunch to Peter who had forgotten he was on call at lunch today and called home to tell me why he wouldn't be at home for lunch.

Evan came home for lunch. He always talks more about himself when it's just the two of us. He is probably the most introverted of the five of us. He can seem outgoing for short periods of time, and he, like me, can put on a persona of wild exuberance like others might put on a brilliant feather boa, but eventually we take it off, glad to be on our own. Needing to recharge in silence. Without people, noise, or distraction. Content with silence, and with our own company.

How to Be Alone