I'm back, baby.
Kelly and I went to San Diego for a few days. We took the hounds along. Watson finally got to see the beach. He loved it, although the first day he drank a bunch of salt water and was a bit sick. I think he learned the second day and didn't try to drink the ocean completely dry.
Walking back from the beach, I admired the seaside homes with their nautical theming and large windows. What a lovely home to be lonely in, I thought.
We came home, and I had a couple more days off. I took the boys to the bus stop in the morning, just like I used to. It got me out of bed at a reasonable hour, which was also a plus. I read a book, walked and gamed, did some laundry. Even threw away a bit of stuff.
I felt lost in time. I'm trying to view my home as the space that nurtures behaviors. How to make it nurture the behaviors I want is the hard part.
I need a bed that folds up into the wall, and then gets locked in by a timer. So I can resist its pillowy siren call.