January 1, 2019

It is still dark and the family is busy packing their suitcases, picking up stuff, loading the car.  They are racing to the airport to catch a plane to New York.  Holidays are now over. I am sitting in my room listening to the sounds, drinking my coffee, staying out of the way.  They know how to leave.  When they are gone the house will be empty and I will have to re inhabit each corner, make it mine again. I will be sad for awhile and then it will be OK. It is always the first day alone that is the challenge.

Yesterday we found a mangled IPhone ear buds.  The rat is still winning.  Today is not a reading day.