I got tired today of staying in the hot, sticky house. No one was available to play. I ended up getting inspired by an odd little book I picked up at the libary this week. It has chapters by different well-known writers about the odd things they eat when they're in the kitchen alone. It's funny how the basics of pasta and eggs provide staples of first resort for random dining for one. I ended up saying diet be damned and went to Il Vicino where I could sit on the patio, order the perfect sized pizza for one, and watch the lives of others.
Tomorrow I'll head to Chicago to depart for family vacation in Michigan. After the first 2 days I'll be longing for time alone and quiet. I need to remember that this week that's exactly what I overdosed on.
It's been a week of things falling through- unreturned phone calls and paltry attention from Greg. Maybe this is priming me to appreciate my family and solid faithfulness of my parents and sister.
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Yes, I know the feeling of too much solitude. It's only nice when it's chosen, not forced upon.
I hope you have a really nice week w/your family. Will look forward to hearing about it and hopefully we can meet at Yolandas for lunch before you head back to work!!
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