Home at last

There’s nothing like walking through the front door after a looooooooooong day at work. It’s the ex’s day with the kiddos and I have no where to run. No practice, no sports game, no service work, no nothing.

I think a nice dinner is in order.

dinner plate

Then some writing.

type writer

Binge watching Hulu.

TV

A glass of red.

red wine

Then bed.

cat bed

Sometimes, you have to slow down and enjoy solitude.

solitude

I’ll be back later tonight.