I took this morning off to take care of my car's pesky emissions testing. I forgot how nice it is to be at home alone during the week. It's a rare experience that has only happens during periods of unemployment and college vacations. It is soooo quiet in our neighborhood. It is windy and mild out today. Just the exact kind of weather we've been missing around here. I walked down to our cute little library and picked up a CD on hold and dropped off the others that I've been hoarding. There were all these stay-at-home moms and nannies and retired people milling around in there. I feel so jealous. I wish I was a nanny or a stay-at-home mom, or independently wealthy. Maybe I'd hate it after two weeks, but right now it sounds so appealing. Making breakfasts, going to the park, cleaning the house, taking naps. I know it's much more than that and soooo much more work and boredom, but today it sound about a million times better than dealing with my office.