When the mice are away...

the cat relaxes.

Hence, the dearth of blog entries last week.

My Music Man took our lovely munchkins camping with his parents last week, and I had a mother's (and writer's dream): the house entirely to myself for several days. Just me and the dog. We were bacheloretting it.

I had grandiose plans for accomplishing so very much while they were gone. (Heh heh heh.)

I'd write every day. I'd make myself lovely lunches, with a glass of wine if I wanted it. I'd take myself out to dinner at least once or twice. I'd work on my scrapbook. I'd read, read, read. I'd sleep in if I wanted to. I'd stay up late and watch chick flicks if I desired.

Well, I did a little of all of that...but not nearly enough of any of it. Where did the time go?

So now everything's back to normal--and I'm glad for it. But I'm still wondering where that week went, and just exactly what I did during it.

When the mice are away...

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