I've been staring at this screen for a half hour now. And I've been thinking.
The Boss is sleeping in her crib. The Partner is out. The air in our house, where the heat does not go on till after Thanksgiving, has a silent chill.
And the conclusion I've come to is this: I'd rather be in the bathtub. So I'm going to run some hot water and light a couple of candles. I'm going to enjoy the silence and sink away from the chill.
It's going to be wonderful.
Just me. A book held in two hands while my toes turn pruney. Then, most likely, there'll come a kick or two right below belly-button level to remind me that I'm not alone.
And that's going to be even better.