Alone . . . at last!

“We are to have a tiny party here tonight. I hate tiny parties—they force one into constant exertion.”

—Saint Jane Austen.

Deliciously Unsocial and Beauteous Reader!

Let Us Count The Ways We Like Our Solitude…

Me? I like an evening with a sketch pad, about fifteen bowls of popcorn drenched in maple syrup, the dogs a-snooze—each in their own mud-clotted club chair, the cat keeping watch on the mantle, and the dark navy sky about to let loose with a fat load of snow.

And you? Tell us the best things about being alone with your own delectable self…..