Locomotion

Following two very emotionally charged weeks at work due to an inexplicably unfortunate incident, and one week of catching up on the normal things at work and home - all the while dealing with the longest cold of all time - I've got the weekend alone at home. A and Birdie went to the Prairies for five days. A has cool documentary work going on that he's got to travel there for while Birdie gets to sneak a Granny/Papa/Auntie visit in. It's funny how the timing worked out after all the madness of November. It's like we all get a vacation from ourselves - our usualness.

I catch myself planning like Birdie is here. For example, I've got to eat this breakfast quick so I can... do what I want. Got to maximize this quiet moment on the computer so that... I can do what I want. It's very anti-routine while freeing.

It's 2:30 pm and besides sleeping in until 9 am - wow - I've cleaned the entire house, done a load of laundry, shaved my legs, took a shower, made plans with a friends, all the while I listened to some faves:like Radiohead In Rainbows, Arcade Fire Funeral, Depeche Mode Violator, John Coltrane The Gentle Side of John Coltrane, unpacked a few boxes, organized some closets and cupboards, written a blog, and drank a carafe of coffee. Yes, I have enjoyed my own distractions in between and rested a good deal as well. Not a worry there...

I do think this is therapy - being alone. Sometimes I forget how much I like me. I like being alone. I always have. I like being with A, and Birdie too. To tell you the truth I think they like me better when I have a little alone time though. Ultimately, it's good for us all.

Now, off to find a movie in the pouring rain with my umbrella. *Sigh*