Well, except for the menagerie.
I am, however, the only human on the premises, as My Fella has f*cked off to the West Coast for a work-related conference.
I wish I weren’t wretchedly sick, which rather limits my ability to enjoy the solitude (while I’m conscious) and the silence (when I’m not) — unless you count having the entire bed to myself, with ALL THE PILLOWS.
Which I may or may not surrender upon Fella’s return, because I feel like royalty right now and that is rare.
Tho’ if I recover in time, I’d really like to go downtown and see this.
After all, what better way to spend a few hours when you feel like one of the undead?