Usually, my Thursdays are spent with my aunts—time I thoroughly enjoy. Nick is away at golf and I am bonding with two of the most important people in my life. Tonight, they are to be out of town, and I find myself excited to be home alone.

I've always enjoyed my alone time...time to read, time to write, time to dream and time to muse. It is the best, and granted there were times in the last 2ish years that I was not to be left to my thoughts because they weren't so comely just then, but that is not now.

So this morning, on the floor on all fours after our kitten had finally managed to trip me and get a tiny bit stepped on, I closed my eyes and planned out my evening...

...and I came up with cleaning the house. Deep cleaning the house. Because, won't the scent of Lysol make it oh so much more homey? It is now that I know that my mother's spirit is possessing my soul—out damn spot! Bring back the idleness! Bring back the sloth!