Anyway, I suppose killing the spiders was a test...of my strength. Of my ability to stop focusing on the sickening crawliness of a spider that must be squashed...of changing focus from the fact that I am alone here and not on vacation (with 4 puking animals ) for the next two weeks...and focus on the gift that is time uncoupled from coupledom. Who will I be? Will I surprise myself?
Now that I'm alone, what do I know, so far?
- I love unbaked oatmeal cookies and espresso.
- If you feed the cats first thing in the morning, they'll mostly leave you alone.
- The dog, bless his old heart, will sleep all day, if given enough treats, pee breaks and a short, steep walk down the hill to get the mail or the paper.
- It takes me a day or so to get settled into my writing voice.
- Television holds almost no appeal, except right before bed.
- I don't miss talking to anyone --yet.
- I prefer being in my office because I've got the light just right in there.
- The house has devolved into messiness fairly quickly (I'm going to try to right that ship this evening.).
- Writing, when done after this much silence, is a benediction.