What a glorious day! It was sunny and warm in Charlotte: the cherry blossoms are magnificent, the daffodils are up and at 'em, and Spring is here to stay. Have I mentioned how much I love being a southern belle? And there was good news on the economic front as well! Wall Street got the news it's been waiting for and rejoiced by sending the Dow surging to its biggest percentage gain since October. And how about that surprising increase in home sales? A glorious day, indeed.
Normally, Mondays get me (and Karen Carpenter) down, but this particular Monday was shaping up to be a good one right from the start. For the first time in a very long time...I was going to be alone. In my house. All day. Alone. It doesn't get much better than that, my friends. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy the heck out of staycation and having my kids around, because I did. And I'm not saying I don't enjoy having my husband around, because I do. But....it's been awhile since I've had the house completely to myself and I was determined to enjoy every last minute of my loneliness. The fact that Wall Street, the Dow, home sales and Mother Nature all decided to join the party was simply icing on the cake.
Today my kids were back at school and my husband was off on a consulting gig. I hope his day was half as enjoyable as mine, but since I didn't have the chance to chat with him, I cannot be certain. We've gone from being attached to each other's hips to having a 7 hour time difference between us. I did receive an early morning email confirming that his plane had landed and he was waiting for a gentleman named Igor to pick him up from the airport. I sent one back to let him know that I was glad he made it safely and that I hoped Igor didn't have a hunchback.
So what did I do all day? Nothing much. I perused the want ads, did a few loads of laundry, made some soup, filled out camp applications...and....that's about it. I loaded the dishwasher (without somebody reloading it behind me in a more efficient manner) and opened the blinds (without somebody angling the blinds to maximize the suns warmth) and ate my lunch alone.
I'll be happy when the weekend comes and I start passing people in the halls again, but in the meantime, I'm going to bask in the glory of my solitary confinement. Yes, I understand that one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, but every once in awhile, one can be the loveliest number....
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Ah, being alone. A distant memory for me too, now that Rick works at home. And he, too, reloads my dishwasher behind me. At a glacial pace, I might add. Oh well, enjoy your spring days, and send some up north, now, you hear?
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