No photos (out of shame/lack of noticable progress), but an update for those of you keeping score:
Papers graded: 20 (out of 80. gross.)
Midterm grades calculated: 20 (the last 20! Whee!)
Thrift stores visited: 4
Thrift items purchased: 2
Loads of laundry done since last night: 5
Loads of laundry put away since last night: 0
Songs on the radio sung along to loudly: 2 (long black veil and when the saints go marching in)
Trash bags filled from the living room: 1
Donation boxes filled from the living room: 1
Hours until I'm no longer home alone: 20 (or so)
The last time I was home alone, which was just a couple months ago, when I was working on the garage sale, I had so much to do I didn't think much of it. The time before that, about a year earlier, I was so tired I just needed to sleep a lot. But today, I feel completely torn. On the one hand, it is fabulous to go thrift store shopping and not feel rushed to get home, and I love watching just the crappiest TV and eating junk food without having to wait until naptime or negotiate (or share) with anybody. It makes me pine, just a tiny bit, for the year I was single before I met Shaun, when my time was my own and I was as balanced as I'd been in a long time. But it also (as absences should) makes my heart grow fonder: I miss V's voice and tiny hugs, and I like to sleep beside Shaun so much more than to sleep alone. Which is good.
That reminds me, I have some caramel rolls to eat up before tomorrow. And a room to clean. And miles to go before I sleep.