Home alone. Home - alone. Wow. Those two words have not been in my vocabulary for a while. But today, I am.
The rest of the circus (and sometimes chaos) that is my family are doing their daily stuff. Just me here. Well, and the kittens too. Oh, and the dog. Eh...and fourteen chicks in the cellar, and six chickens on the lawn.
(...)
Anyway, so I am the only human here, now. (If that's an appropriate term for a zombie, haha, see post below.)
And what do I do on my day off?
I clean the house, I tidy, I de-tickify ( remove ticks from) and brush the wolfhound (that's a lot of dog to groom!), I do laundry, I move furniture around, I sort out the recycling, change linen, blahblahblah.
Just so I don't have to do all that on my working days.
Now, a coffee for ten minutes before picking Ronja up from the bus.

And yes, there is magic in this life, in this part of the journey that I am on, but sometimes I grab myself just wanting to lie down, flat down on the ground, and sleep.