A snake wearing a vest

I'm all alone. Well, that's not exactly true--Grady is here with me, but he's napping and it's awfully quiet right now.

Yesterday morning, Mike and Evan headed up to Rochester to hang out with Mike's sister and her family, leaving me and Grady at home to fend for ourselves. We had planned on all four of us going, but G's been battling that cold all week and we figured it might be better if he stayed home. In the end, it was better, because G and I were both up all night last night coughing and now my voice is gone. Not to mention Evan reportedly projectile vomited all over himself and Mike at the children's museum, forcing them to go out and buy new pants and shoes. I can't say I'm sorry I missed that one.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I find that it's far too quiet. Mike and Ev left yesterday at about 9:30, and I started really missing them at about 10. Beth stopped by on her way to Erie around 11, and I had to stop myself from begging her not to leave at 12:30. For as much as I say I'd like time to myself, it's hard for me to take once I get it.

I just don't like to be alone for very long--I even have Grady here, but for as sweet as he is, he doesn't offer much in the way of conversation. Growing up in a house full of people conditioned me for a life that needs company and action and noise. I can't be in the house by myself without the tv or radio on. I only lived alone for a few months after college, and I hated it. I suppose it's something I could get used to, but I've never been able to do it.

So today I have a few hours left before Mike and Evan return. I had breakfast and read the paper. I started some laundry. Grady and I will play a few rounds of peek-a-boo and snuggle on the couch. And I'll try my very best to enjoy the quiet, because it won't be back again for a while.