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It is 8:40 p.m. on Friday night.  Zach is in bed asleep.  Hubby is at a friend’s house.  Pearl Jam is playing on the stereo.  The T.V. is turned off.  There’s a pizza in the oven.  I’m sitting on the couch, my notebook computer in my lap.  I can hear the swishing of the dishwasher in the kitchen.  The dog is curled up next to me.  For once, I am alone.  At this very moment, life could not be more perfect.

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  1. It is really nice to be alone isn’t it? I never noticed how much I’m not alone because my partner is the one with the part time job…but lately I really feel like he’s here ALL the time.

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