Boredom & Loneliness Generate Motivation

I knew I would miss Heather and the kids tremendously while they were away, as I have during all the previous partial family vacations, so I set out to compile and conquer a challenging list of chores. With "all systems go" my place in the universe was put in perspective as God decided to hurl a hurricane sporting record breaking downpours our way, effectively quashing my highly anticipated outdoor projects.

As boredom and loneliness threatened to drive me and the family dog into introspective madness, I met the challenge and focused inward, well, indoors. The weatherman dashed all hope of reconciling my original list, so I formed a new list of weatherproof projects which proved impressive although less satisfying. Missy slept and contributed nothing of value, only occasionally wagging her tail and lifting her head to look at me through the sliding doors, wishing the kids were here to amuse her with offerings of freshly plucked rosemary leaves and holly berries she would gladly refuse.

After completing a Santa sized list of tasks, most of which I will be the sole observer and few of which will survive the first 2 hours post family reunion, I lost my faculties and decided to convert Norah's crib into a daybed. Such a short initial time commitment seems inconsequential, but madness lies as a secret, subtlety below the surface.

Crib : Containment Cage
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Day Bed : Nocturnal Free Range Norah.

In an attempt to overcome a very temporary intensification in my short-term antsy-ness, I've let the cat out of the bag, the cow out of the barn, opened Pandora's box, and unwittingly given approval to a nightly and never-ending single person "one last hug" Parade.