Ask the cat. Liddy has gone some place with the sort of rides I don't go on to celebrate a friend's 18th. Ditz is at Jupiter's, the big casino on the Gold Coast, as she likes to tell everyone, participating in Abba Mania; she leaves that part out. The child is not adverse to stirring the bucket.
I ran Ditz into town to be picked up by the courtesy bus then picked up the second table & chair set before heading home & I can tell you I'm really not sure what to do with myself. The cat is somnolent in the heat. I don't have Ditz blathering constant nonsense in my ear. There is no Liddy suffering from angst. The boys haven't arrived for Christmas yet. It is just Dearest & I, a taste of things to come?
There is lots I could do ~ like put up the tree or put together the 2nd table or do a load of washing, mop the floors but where is the fun in that with no~one to distract me from my purpose & no~one to trash my work as soon as it's done? What I would like to do is garden but it is too hot for that & by the time it is cool I will be travelling again to pick up Ditz. I am alone so rarely one would think I could use the time far more profitably but it just feels so abnormal I can't think what to do with myself. Adjusting to a childless house could be harder than I think.