Seriously. While I might not have picked this weekend to spend some time alone, the fact remains that I’m alone in my apartment, and not working, for the first time in a very very very long time. This shouldn’t be read as a complaint about Damon. I’m truly shocked at how serene I feel, even though he’s always around. I don’t get much done, but that’s a fine trade. But I am a woman who loves her alone time. And what a delight to get some of it. It’s something that made me fearful of having children, because that pretty much locks up your opportunities to operate independently. But it seems I really can do it without too much stress. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do many a little happy dance tonight.
I will rue this when the Festival casts Damon and takes him away for four months.
jaysaint 