Every Saturday morning, I am free for a couple of hours. Mark is still asleep with the kids when I sneak out. I get to the restaurant just as it opens, 7 a.m. sharp. I have breakfast — alone. I leave the restaurant and go to a coffee shop, where I can access free wireless, and I do a little bit of paid work, technical editing mostly. I go home at lunchtime.
Today, I have no work to do. Wow! Here I am, fed and with a full, still-hot mug of dark roast at my elbow, and… I can read. I can blog. I can sit here with a silly grin on my face and just look around.
I won’t stay long. Mark has lots of work he can do on the house, getting it ready for sale. I can be helpful if I go home to keep the kids occupied while he paints the spare bedroom. But I think I’m going to enjoy it for just a little while.
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