Home Alone

Today is the first day I've spent alone at my house in over a month. I had some scoring days scheduled before I knew that my son and granddaughter were coming home with me; if I'd had any other work this month, I would have canceled. I encouraged them to take my car and go do something, not (entirely) because I wanted to get them out of the house while I was working, but also because they're flying home early Saturday morning and I thought they might enjoy being out of the house. They went to Silver Springs, an old-school Florida park with glass-bottom boats. I love that place, and really would have enjoyed going along. From there, they headed to my youngest son's house near Orlando. They hadn't been before.

It works out well. I worked all day today, am scheduled for half a day tomorrow, am off on Thursday, and work all day Friday. Not ideal, but I'm glad to get some hours in. In a half hour, I have another conference call. My stacks of mail await, and I need to prep for my upcoming classes. I will get those things done after work tomorrow. I still haven't quite recovered from the trip home. Twelve hours in the car -- even when I'm not driving -- takes a toll on my back, among other things. I don't feel like I've been fully awake since I got here. Yesterday was a day of running from here to there, fun but exhausting. Tonight, after my call, I will put on my pajamas, make myself some dinner, and curl up on the sofa with my pets. I need to catch up on rest. Especially after being so sick when I was away, I plan to take good care not to get worn down.

I am glad to have company, but I'm also glad to be on my own for a little while. I used to think I could never live alone. Now I think I couldn't live with anyone else.