Here I am, alone in the house.  When you don't have solitude, it's what you learn for, but when you do....well, you're kind of lonely.  I sit here with my glass of wine, checking out the news on facebook, looking at the daffodils and cluttered mess on my kitchen table...an unread New Yorker Magazine, the girl's homework, various bills, etc.  and the house is just a little too quiet.  When are they coming home?