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July 7, 2017
Once a year, I have an evening alone in the house, just me and the kitties while himself plays with the boys up in Connecticut. I had plans for tonight. A special dinner of something only I like, followed by hours of girly television while finishing the last sleeve on Big Purple - maybe even seaming Big Purple. But as I look up from work (what else?) I see it is nearly 8PM already. I feed the cats, grab the leftover scalloped tomatoes and a piece salmon and leave the desk behind. Chores await tomorrow, but the evening is still mine.