Sunday

I haven't seen another human being in 24 hours. I can't remember the last time I had a solitary 24 hrs, but it's so wonderful I'm tempted to skip work tomorrow and do it for another 24 hrs. Last night I didn't go to sleep until 2am, watching The Last King of Scotland--that Idi Amin flick--and then I lay there in the dark hearing noises that weren't there. I did all the superstitious, silly things we do to keep ourselves safe, like covering up the digital clock so the blue glow wouldn't illuminate me for intruders. I don't know why having two children in the house makes me feel safer than having nobody, but there's just something about being with your tribe. Today I had such an agenda--so many projects that I've been putting off for too long. But I picked up a book--What is the What--and cut up some strawberries, and plopped myself down on a lounge chair under the trees outside and read for four hours straight. Oh. My. God. I'd forgotten how lovely the breeze and the birds are...