On Mackinac Island this week, every morning has been prettier than the one before. Friday, however, will be the best morning of all since I get the day off and plan on being in bed until well after the sun rises. Hubby is going to work, the kids are going to the sitter, and I plan to bask in the rare glory that is being alone; all by myself for eight glorious hours.
Don't get me wrong, I adore my family and I love my job. But I'm almost never alone, in the house, for more than about 15 minutes. The prospect of eight hours of solitude has me almost giddy with anticipation. I'm sure If I was alone all day, every day, I would get really tired of it, but until then I'll savor every second of this special treat.