I've often worried aloud (only a little bit seriously) about what will become of me when the kids leave. Not only do I have no idea how to cook for just two people anymore, but truly the schedule and rhythm of the kids is what keeps me on my own good rhythm of productivity and flow. I fear that left to my own devices I would quickly spiral down into a not very civilized version of myself. One that stays in her pajamas all day, works from bed, and eats easy, mostly already prepared food directly from their containers. I do so love cozy.
Judging by how my first "Ski Day" at home alone went, I have good reason to be worried. I mean, yes, I did get a great deal of work done, quite blissfully by the fire (a place rarely so crowded during the day that it's not good for quiet work). I also managed to take frequent breaks to stretch and somehow deal with every piece of laundry in the house (a huge task, I'm sure you can imagine). I managed some photographs of things that needed photographing (and speaking of - all remaining Taproot Pop Up Goods are now on sale! Plus the 2017 Calendar!). I also had a photo shoot go quite awry, complete with it ending in me locking myself out of the house (in my pajamas, as I said).
But I also got a little bit lonely not very far into the day. Greta had no interest in hanging out with me, and there wasn't a cat to be found. The sheep were only interested in what was in my pockets. And so I found myself happily entertained taking videos of a goat chewing. Yes, it came to that. The only food I managed to eat all day was a chocolate bar (holy cacoa, indeed!), goat cheese and crackers (none of which made their way onto a plate), and lots of tea. Even my knitting project was stalled, as I can't remember what size needle I used for one sleeve and dare not cast on for the other without that knowledge.
All in all, I'd say I've got some practicing to do on this alone thing. Thankfully though, I've got some time. Everyone came home, absolutely hungry (there was chili on the stove), ready for cozy (the fire was roaring and the house clean), and eager to tell tales and snuggle (I was open ears and arms).