When was the last time you were alone for a period of time?  I mean totally alone, with no spouse, no dependents, (okay, so the dog is still here!) no agenda?

I can’t honestly remember.

Due to a perfect storm of family and summer camp, I have the house to myself this weekend, and the silence is a vacuum; a deafening silence that I am currently filling with the best of the Tragically Hip (thank you, Gord!) a glass of wine, and the tap of my fingers on a keyboard I have ignored on a personal writing level for a long time. (Note:  last blog post was over a month ago…)  I am simply not in a phase of my life to enjoy the luxury of a full 48 hours to myself.

Upon reflection, I think it will be work.  I am an overachiever, a nurturer, one who gives more of herself than those around her.  I must work to be selfish.  I must work to relax.  Ironic, no?

My Sister had some excellent suggestions:  some of which involved open doors, clothes-free activities, Burrowing Owl, and some of the West Coast’s finest green.  Realistically, I will likely fall asleep early and wake to all those niggling little projects that never get done due to LIFE.  Realistically, I will likely practice self-care in some meditative walks with the dogs, more writing, (as I find it a real outlet) and elevated vegetarian cookery.  I live in a house full of carnivores, so the prospects of persecution-free tofu are very appealing!

Dear Reader, what would YOU do for the next 48?