The girls are at school. My husband is at work. No one else is here. The house is quiet, empty, and I am supposed to be unpacking boxes, doing laundry, establishing a kitchen.
But I am home alone, dear reader. For the first time in recent memory.
I can't divulge exactly what it is I'll be doing, but I can assure you I won't be wasting the opportunity.
I hope you have a wonderful day. It's March, right? I love that word.
Happy, happy March.