Alone

I am a creature of the family familiar.

Sometimes, the family leaves for a trip for the San Juan islands and I catch up later, because they have the time off, but I am at work on Friday.

So there I am after work.

In a quiet house.

No wife.

No kids.

No dog.

Two angry cats.

And me, waiting for the next day so I can catch the ferry and join them.

Sounds like a recipe to get quality writing time in?

Well, no.

It just sucks.

I wish there was a local church that offered Friday services. Then I could go and sing, rather than play the piano and sulk.