My husband and kids are visiting friends on Cape Cod for the day, and I am not. Instead, I am doing something that I don't think I have done since we moved into our home over 5 years ago – I'm spending the day, alone, in my house.

I don't have big plans, other than to rest (I'm fighting "something" that makes me feel under the weather but hasn't developed into anything – annoying) and get all the things done that would otherwise be hanging over my head.

In the last four hours I have...
- Cleaned out Sophie's closet and pulled some old furniture out to the curb.
- Put together a HUGE bag of clothes and shoes for Goodwill.
- Cleaned out our front closets (adding 20 baseball hats to the Goodwill bag).
- Changed the sheets on our bed and dug out a clean quilt so I can wash our comforter.
- Started and completed a couple of loads of laundry (I've folded but haven't put away).
- Showered.

Now I'm listening to voice mails from listeners (I love you gals!!) and preparing to mix this week's show, before I turn my attention to returning e-mails and some "real" work. I'm hoping to get it all done before the family is back.

The day I'm having probably doesn't sound relaxing to anyone but me.

What is craziest about today is that I'm alone. Because my husband works from our home, even when the kids are in school the house is never empty. Until today. It's so quiet.

And I'm so happy.