Apparently. I wrote about being home alone while my family was away at this time 5 years ago. It seems like when we are not in a pandemic this is a time for my family to travel. It makes sense since they have gone to Kentucky for my MIL’s birthday. 5 years ago would also have been a milestone birthday for her.
Part of me looks forward to the alone time.
I can get things done around the house without worrying about making too much noise while my wife works.
I can read without interruption.
I can watch what I want without interruption.
I can eat what I want when I want without caring about what anyone else wants for dinner.
Eventually, I run out of shows I watch alone.
I get tired of reading.
I feel like cooking anything not easy is a waste of time when it is only me.
I realize that I have no friends to hang out with.
I have no one to go to the football game with me.
I stay at home instead of going out to get food.
The hours grow long and I have no idea what to do with myself.
Fortunately. I do have some things on my schedule.
I have my backpack deliveries this morning.
I have something this afternoon that I will eventually write about.
I have a barn shift tomorrow morning.
I have the Kentucky football game to watch Saturday night.
I have church and the Ravens game on Sunday.
I have another barn shift Monday morning.
My family returns Monday night.
I like my alone time, but I like my alone time on a limited basis.