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Alone

 Remote today and i need it.  I planned a "do nothing" weekend, which only means that i refuse to leave my house.

except i do have to pick up groceries.  And i may go to the dollar store.  But that is essential stuff.

Shhhh.

Haven't started and i'm breaking the rules.  The POINT is I will not be making plans to go anywhere with anyone.  I just want to be in my home, staring at the wall in my underwear if that's what i happen to be doing at the moment.  No time constraints, no have to's .........I might read, or color or binge TV or sleep.  And I will be the only one judging it.  

I might not shower.

But i will brush my teeth.

Last night i watched the documentary on Netflix "Unknown Number"..which was crazy.  Watching that after JUST having a good old fashioned "feel sorry for ourselves because our kids are too busy to call us" session with my bestie.

I wasn't the most put together parent raising my kids.  We kind of all grew up together.  But they are successful and happy and doing better than i ever did.....so i will take that.  I just miss them.  I'd like to see them more often.  I have questions.  

yep.  Today is a sad day.   Felt it coming yesterday and IT HAS ARRIVED.  

So most likely staring at the wall in my underpants is happening this weekend.


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