Home Alone

It seems to have been destined like this.

My husband is gone for four days since yesterday, and I'm home alone. The heat outside is nothing less like that inside a convection oven. It has immobilised me to stick within the confines of our humble flat, which is, thank heavens, somehow cooled by the brick walls. So, here running out of tangible accomplishments both for the house's sake and mine, I remember there are actually more to exhume buried by my ever-growing procastination.

Other than editing drafts made for this blog and another, I'm digging into reviewers to find refreshments for my rustic memory. Although I don't think I'll be using much of what I know yet, they'll prove useful once I get the drift in the pharmacy.

Okay, they've caught my attention now. Be back soon!