Nowadays I come home to just my dog on Tuesdays. The girls have drama class at 4:00. I feed the dog, start slowcooking the supper,
make coffee, sit down in the living room without even glancing at the mess from my kids journaling last night (I must be relaxed or something).
Later I’m going to see a theatre play (I’m skipping my weaving night because of this) .It’s all good.
Besides; there are buds on the branches we brought into the livingroom two weeks ago.