Since September I've been making Christmas gifts. Now I'm done and all the items for making are put away. As I sat in my new recliner last night I felt discontented. What do I do now? What was I doing before that kept my hands busy? New project? Old project? Oh life is good when hands are busy.
I had a thought on the way home yesterday that eventually I will be coming home to an empty house. I wonder what I will have to look forward to. A day off? A vacation? Why? I'll just have more time alone. I used to complain about not being in charge of the remote control to the T.V. Now I don't want it if it means I'll be alone.
I have a confession. When Steve calls me...sometimes I don't answer. That way he goes to voice mail and I will at least have his voice. I sure hope nothing happens to this phone.