A day of respite
When I looked at the travel schedule and realized that I would be at home a full two days before the kids, I expected to spend those days sad. I expected to actively miss the kids and lament their absence. Nope. It has been so nice to decompress from the convention in a quiet house. My brain has been so busy sorting, and accounting, and unpacking that I’m almost as busy as I was during the convention. But I’m almost done now and so it is good that the kids will be home tomorrow. I think I did much of my missing of the kids in advance. For today, I will revel in getting to watch a non-kid movie in the middle of the afternoon. Even more luxurious, it is a non-Howard movie as well. He scoffed at me when I rejoiced in getting to watch my movie on the big downstairs TV.
“Your movies don’t need big sounds. Your movies are for sipping drinks out of small cups.” Howard isn’t an old movie person. I am sometimes. I certainly like them better than anything Zombie. So I’ll take my little cup and watch my movie while the kids are away and Howard is off drawing things at Dragon’s Keep.