Damon and Alden went to a party without me. They’ll only be gone for about two hours, but it feels surpassingly strange to be home by myself. I love me some alone time. But I feel at loose ends now, and am not getting anything done. Except for my search of the apartment when I became convinced that someone had sneaked in here and was hiding for nefarious purposes.
I did make a little salmon pate (purchased, not homemade) plate and got to eat the whole thing myself. That was pretty rich. I may crack into the fancy pants olives from Zabars next.
How shall I spend my last half hour or so? Maybe I can have a snack and burn through one more show on the DVR. Then when Damon comes home I’ll complain that I can’t get anything done with a baby on my hip.
jaysaint 