What Time Is It?

"Know what we need to bring back in this house? Cocktail Hour!"
(10 points if you can identify that quote)

Theo and Ben are spending the week at Camp Grandma in St. Paul.

Which is great. Except that Eric has been gone most of the evenings this week, which, all put together, means that I have none of my usual time markers.

See, when you work from home and you're not the kind of person who really looks at clocks, you count on the flow of the people around you to mark time.

Like, I know that my workday is done when the kids come home. And I know that evening officially begins when Eric comes home.

So, with everyone gone, my day seems like endless hours that have no shape. There is no "flow."

I'm like an untethered dinghy, floating aimlessly in a sea of time... :)

Except that, at around 5:00 or so, I get this niggling little voice in the back of my mind. It's telling me that it's time for something, but what??? What is it???

Oh yes...of course...Cocktails!

My own natural rhythms speak so loudly when there's nobody else here.