The family came back from a combined Guide & Cub camp today. The last of the summer term. Ali's been off on five camps in the last ten weekends, with either Megan or Matthew in tow. This last one involved both of them so I had the house to myself.
Things I've learned this weekend:
1. Being alone and able to plan my day without planning around other people, there's still not enough hours in the day.
2. Even so, when I'm on my own, the house seems to get progressively tidier as if of its own volition.
3. Little jobs, like tightening the handle on the oven door that's been bugging me for weeks, get done.
4. Even with no distractions, I still didn't do any actual writing. I did a lot more critiquing, admittedly, but I've concluded that I can't critique and write or revise in the same week. These processes seem to engage my mind in different and mutually exclusive ways and they simply don't mix. Does anyone else find that?
5. Steak, fries and salad washed down with Cabernet Shiraz Merlot doesn't taste half as good eaten alone.