This is my last night alone. Phil took the girls to California with him during school vacation week. They flew to his folks' house in the Bay Area, and then he continued on to LA for business. I was offered the option of staying home and get the retreat I was longing for for weeks. (Oh Yeah! Insert groovy mommy dance here...) Funny to retreat at home, though. It's so great to be in your own house ALONE - for the first time ever. Yet, basically so uneventful. To mop the floor Thursday and it's still basically clean Monday morning. This is a sort of thrill. I'm trying not to over-do or overindulge - eating in front of the TV, the way my kids always want to, eating standing up. Watching too many movies. Making myself get to my To-do list, but then also making myself NOT do anything sometimes, too.

So, what? What did I do? In no particular order: slept in (almost 9:00!); finished painting Elaina's room; figured out OmniOutliner; recorded a new song to a click track; made rough mixes of other new songs for my friend to lay some bass to; mopped (as I mentioned); saw Definitely, Maybe at the Premium Cinema (ate too much popcorn); sat in the sun; listened to Eckhart Tolle; attended a class at CP Casting; went to my friend Carrie Newcomer's show; started watching (cringe) In Treatment on HBO; folded laundry slowly; used the curling iron; let the cat sleep on Phil's side of the bed (I usually always kick her off); read the script for Marvin's Room; was interviewed for a story; had Chinese food delivered.

Surprisingly - I didn't go shopping. Hmmmmmmm. Still spent too much time on email. Didn't finish any of the 12 books piled by my bed. Also didn't finish painting the trim in there. Hmmmmmmmm. It's 9:36 and they return at 7:45AM on the red-eye. I am physically CRAVING them. Still, it's hard to see these days come to an end. I've loved this silence, the continuity, the freedom of these six days.