Home alone. Sounds strange and it is.
My husband is away at a conference for 5 days and 4 nights. Last night was the first night alone and I stayed up late – very late , so that I was tired when I went to bed.
I have the radio on , the door locked and a long list of things to do to keep myself busy.
Last night I sorted CDs and videos – piles are still everywhere. I have so many other projects to do but I could do this while watching “The Voice” (one of my favourite shows – love the mix of judges this year!).
With Thanksgiving this weekend (in Canada), I wanted to declutter in the living room. Have started anyway.
I also wanted to spend more time writing. At least I organized the stories I am working on, read a few great chapters for SYTYCW (Harlequin’s contest, for which I submitted a chapter) and now writing this.
But, after all the years I was on my own and then as a single parent, being alone now, especially at night, is so un-enjoyable! I’ll be glad to have my husband home on Friday. Maybe the living room clean-up will be done!