I was up at the crack of dawn, and then........stayed home.
Nah, no more than the usual dull meanness.
But the house was quiet, and I was alone in my own house, just for the morning, and I could not resist the temptation to stay here.
Me and Roy.
No TV on anywhere in the whole house.
I cleaned the stove, then the downstairs bathroom. Had another cuppa tea.
Of course, my heart lives at the studio pretty much all the time. I love it there any time, all the time.
But there is something to be said for being 'home' alone.
No chatter, no questions, no human interaction at all.
(This does not happen often, my friends. Not often at all.)
Just Roy waiting to get on my lap the moment I sit down.
I am a sporadic housekeeper. Never was a high point with me. I have a couple of freakish obsessions........clean uncluttered (as in bare) kitchen counter, totally clean, uncluttered table, clean uncluttered bathroom counter......that's about it.
The rest of the house may look like a tornado went through, but those places.....pristine.
What's up with that?
Seriously, DH does a lot, and I do what I can when I get home at night. It's livable. Doesn't smell, not disgusting, according to me. Don't ask youngest daughter, who could give Martha Stewart some lessons.
I have always cherished solitude, even as a child. Don't ask me why. Maybe it is normal, maybe not.
Give me my books, my knitting, and of late years, my laptop. I am golden. Quiet? I wish.
One of these days, I would like to talk everyone in this household to have NO TV for ONE evening.
None, nada. Quiet.
I can't even imagine it.
Do you long for quiet sometimes?? Or is it just me?
When I finally got to the studio, I worked on some placemats.
I love them.
Late this afternoon, I went to my physical therapy appointment. We ditched the traction for today.
I got heat, the ultrasound, the usual. Then the therapist did trigger point therapy on the back of my neck and on my shoulder blade. I am waiting to see what tonight and tomorrow will be like.
It's always a crap shoot.