The Odd Thing

The Odd Thing

The odd thing about a small condominium is that it feels pretty big when I am alone in it. When Sarah told me she was heading up to Orange County on Wednesday, I found myself looking forward to some time to myself. I spent the requisite time on the computer searching aimlessly for facts, figures and open houses I will never visit. I took some time off on the 360 freeing the world from the National Socialist Party and blistering my digits in the process. I even took some time to watch some baseball and a little history channel.

I realize that I don't want a week off. I don't want a day off. I just need an hour or two here or there to take the edge off. It's as simple as a nice glass of wine or a good cigar and the world is right again. I don't need to have an empty house or too much time on my hands. I want to be quiet tonight and not make a loud noise. It has become my routine and it is a large part of my life. I want to type softly because my baby is softly sleeping.

Of course, she is softly sleeping in a pack and play and her mom drifts off with her mom. I get to sleep in tomorrow, but I don't think that is going to happen. It's the odd thing about having time to oneself...you want the most important people in your life to share it.