My daughter isn’t here. (See next post.)
This morning, my husband said he was going to be working late.
Really? Could it be?
Could it be that there would be a possibility that I might have a few minutes at home, all by myself???
I came home, looking forward to my few minutes all by myself.
It was not to be.
His truck was in the driveway. There had been a change of plans.
So, I spent the evening lonely, rather than just alone.
Alone would have been lovely.
Maybe another time.