ontology | i sing because i'm free

So, I saw my family off this morning, and now I am rejoicing in my vivid solitude. I bicycled to the library this afternoon and rented Once and didn't have to make certain anyone knew I was gone and I needn't worry about waiting until my siblings are in bed to watch (silly Irish people, why must you be so profane?). Somehow doing my chores seems easier when no-one is telling me to do them, so I washed all the dishes and straightened my bedroom before I went to the library or allowed myself to stream any telly on the laptop (I haven't got round to that, oddly enough). The weather is exquisite: sunny and warm with a merry little wind that's got just the wee-est edge of chill to it. Perhaps it will rain? Tonight I am going to see Hannah in a play and will likely wear my new dress that looks as though it's covered in apostrophes (or commas, and though I like commas best apostrophe is much the prettier word) and my crimson shoes, and I have got the splendidest new purple shoes and earthy gold scarf to go with my dress for Alessandra's wedding, and there is chocolate-chip pound cake residing happily on the kitchen counter. (I may make cinnamon rolls, if we have enough brown sugar, because they take all day to make, and are often gone in half that time. It'd be splendid to have cinnamon rolls for Sunday morning when KYRA WILL BE COMING.)

Also I may have entered into official adulthood today, as I had to make a Business Call all by my lonesome and was put on hold where I waited for ten minutes in the company of the everlasting elevator music (gorblimey, that stuff is rank; would it be so terrifically hard to burn a decent playlist to CD, or turn on a radio station? classical music, at least, would offend very few tastes and give people a bit of education besides!). I have now successfully changed my primary care physician to a family one rather than a paediatrician and when I hung up the telephone I had to take several deep breaths to calm the terror that came rushing in after the fact. Oh help, I'm not ready to be grown up! Just think, when I begin working I shall have to acquire a bank account, and before long I will be forced to pay taxes. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

I feel a great deal more content than I do many other times when I have been home alone for extended periods of time; I think part of this is because I am making plans and insisting that I Do Things instead of letting myself lapse into especially bad habits because there isn't anybody about to tell me not to do things like flip channels mindlessly for an hour or two, or waste time doing effectively nothing on the computer. My bedroom is nearly Kyra-ready, the dishes are washed, a DVD is rented, I have plans for the evening (though no dinner plans as of yet, hmm...I had a bacon and cheese sandwich already; what can I cook now?), and still intend to finish cleaning the bathroom, straightening the hall, touching up various other parts of the house, possibly doing some writing (though that's not as urgent as it used to be; now that I have a computer all to myself I can do a lot more writing and editing and needn't wait until everyone's gone and not using the computers), and, er, watching a bit of Buffy. Hush, you. I am also curious to see how early I get up tomorrow morning, as I was up at seven to see the family off, and I woke up with a headache, so I took some Excedrin which effectively filled me with caffeine...

Anyway, now I am babbling terribly. I shall get me some cake and watch Once.