rarity

I am home by myself.

This rarely happens.

Outside, there is that wonderful peaceful quiet that happens when it snows. Inside, there is the lovely peaceful quiet that happens when there are no boys at home and my LSH's office is closed.

This rarely happens, let alone at the same time.

I had great grand plans to get all the ironing done, and catch up on the farm paperwork, and clean off my desk, and a few more things. Instead, I am off to enjoy complete power over the remote control, and knitting with my feet up.

This is off the scale.