Alone. Not lonely.

Today.
Alone.
Having time and space to myself at last.
Ignoring the washing, the cleaning, the housework.

Wasting time carefully, with a range of activities chosen for myself, me, only.

Segmenting the day into fizzling an hour away on social networking, an hour on news reading, and hour on novel reading, an hour on showering, pondering and writing.

I have another 2 hours of wonderful time wasting. Alone.

The sound of the fridge switching itself on. The noise of a passing car. The quiet blip and bloop of ‘Goldie’ and ‘Splash’ (our goldfish) as they surface in the tank.

Cup of tea.

Wasting time carefully.

So lovely.

He lives in a peaceful tank. He's happy.

He lives in a peaceful tank. He’s happy.

About jacqueline S

I get paid to write things for clients. I'm not paid to write here for myself.
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