I am sitting. At home. Andrei's at his new work, Aiden's at his new daycare (I was all braced for a big clingy scene, but he sauntered off to play with a big grin). The gas (and hence heat) has been turned on. The cat is wandering about mewing and being her typical pesty self.
And most importantly, I am *sitting*. Still. With nothing urgent on my plate. Today I can take time to remember myself (and get over this thrice-damned cold). I might even pull out the pen & ink.