I am home alone and enjoying it so much I wish I had come home sooner tonight. My husband is in Boston over night. He’ll return tomorrow night with our two children who have been visiting with their grandfather for more than a week. It has been, of course, the most glorious 8 days we have had in a long time. We’ve gone out to dinner, been to a summer stage concert (Angelique Kidjo performed last Sunday) had a movie night with the folks in our apartment building, and sometimes just sat around in our underwear and watched movies in bed with popcorn. No moody teenage daughter whinning about her eternal punishment, no little boy eating from my plate or squeezing between me and my husband as we try to watch Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood.
So I enjoy my night. I enjoy it so much that I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to do the unusual. I want to write until I am sleepy and probably will. I want to spend time working on this site adding links upgrading the look. I want to fall asleep on the couch. I will read more chapters from assigned books for school next week. I want to listen to music. I want to take a long bath. I love this time alone. If I could I would call in sick tomorrow, I would.
