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My daughter is babysitting. My son is life guarding at the pool. My husband is at his office. I'm happy to be home alone. During the school year I have the house to myself most mornings before I go to teach. During the summers I rarely have a moment to myself unless I stay up late at night.
I pulled yesterday's leftovers out of the refrigerator for lunch, and didn't even warm them up: salmon, asparagus, pumpkin, and jicama fries.
After I finish writing this blog, I will turn on the stereo and tackle accumulated paperwork and necessary housework. I'm hoping the weather will permit a swim tonight. We've had thunder showers pop up every evening for days, canceling lap swim and preventing running. I've done one kind of exercise or another at the house, but it doesn't make me feel as good as a long run or swim.
I know I abused the original meaning of the song title that I used as the title of this blog. But it does feel natural to be alone after a satisfying lunch anticipating a productive afternoon. And it will be exciting when everyone comes roaring home with noisy tales of their adventures of the day.
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