I'm... ALONE!

Both George and Reg have headed out to Selkirk to be with their family for Easter dinner.

This means that I will actually be alone in the apartment for several hours for the first time in WEEKS.

It's too bad that I have to spend those hours busting my butt to get HB pages out for tomorrow, but still... peace. And quiet. And stillness.

I spent about half an hour cleaning up my side of the bedroom after they left, in part because I'm looking for two library books that seem to have gone AWOL. I still haven't found them. Crap.

Oh, well. I guess I'll just renew them online (assuming someone hasn't put a hold on them) and put off the book hunt for another day. Perhaps George saw them, picked them up off the floor, and put them somewhere safe.

It's amazing what a few hours alone can do...

It's amazing what a few hours alone can do.

Last night, after stopping work at 3:30 am, I couldn't get to sleep because I was SO frustrated and annoyed about Reg. I was able to talk some of it out with George, which definitely helped.

But today... just having the house to myself felt like such sheer luxury. I was able to take the cover off of my altar (which is in the living room where Reg spends most of his time, and which I keep covered mostly out of respect for his own strong Christian beliefs), and actually light the candles and sit in front of it and pray/contemplate the Gods for a long stretch of time. I'm going to ask Reg and George to leave the house again sometime next week so I can do so again.

The joy of having a working altar again was so intense that I've set up a temporary altar in the studio, for use while I'm bringing the latest issue of HB to its conclusion.

And I found the lost library books. It turns out that George packed them into a box in the bedroom, thinking they were ours. D'oh --and whew.