It's 9 p.m. on Friday night. Both of my sisters are out of town. Chad and a basement full of guys are watching baseball and playing poker. Lucy, not wanting to be left out, has joined them.
I am by myself. I have nothing to do.
This is weird.
I have already taken the dog for a walk, cleaned the kitchen, folded laundry and paid bills. I could go to sleep, but I'm not tired. I could read a book, but that requires more thought than I'm willing to commit. I could work, but I've been doing that way too much lately and prefer a break.
Since I can't remember the last time I had a legitimate night to myself, I will savor this for awhile...then probably get bored and go looking for a project.
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