girl at large

I dropped Mom off at the airport at 6am this morning, drove home through quiet dark streets…and happily went to work righting all the small wrongs in the house. Let's just say Mom and I have different domestic styles.
In short order, the kitchen counter was clear of clutter, the magazines were in tidy piles, the coffee table free of debris. I finished the vacumming and the last load of laundry in time to watch the fat snowflakes fall… and melt away. It was a white Christmas afternoon.
And a quiet one. Tonight, tidy is starting to look a bit like lonely.