Home Alone

Janet's mom was not doing well, and so Janet picked up the kids and went to Winston rather unexpectedly. I had an evening appointment in Henderson, upgrading a system in the off hours, so I had the completely unprecedented experience of coming home to an empty house in the middle of the night.

The first thing that strikes me is how very little relationship I have to the house itself. I can't lay my eyes on anything without thinking about what my family would be doing there . . . how Aidan jumps over that arm of the sofa, or how Malcolm peeks out the window as I come home.

The place seems a lot bigger when I'm the only one here.