I have never been alone so long. I remember when the boys were young, taking a bath was as alone as I could get. Oh those baths, how I treasured them.
Now, it is...endless. There is not an hour when someone will arrive home. Quiet greets me as I come in after work. I can love it or hate it, so I love it. Things are only as loud as I make them. Or light, or aromatic. I have time to think. I have so many ideas of what I want to do, and not enough time in one day. I can only hope by the time I retire I still have as much enthusiasm.