What a rare treat this has become, to sit here all alone in the early morning with no one present but my cup of coffee at the kitchen table. I do not want this moment to end. Rather odd that Carl should ask for permission to go back to bed, but not François, who just unceremoniously upped and went back to bed. I don't know which I prefer, since I am still far from feeling used to sharing with others my father's house. And now we have George and Jeffrey sleeping in the den. Well, why not, I suppose. It's probably good for my mental health having my friends close by like this. But I really want, right now, just now, to be alone. I suppose I could go out for a walk, but I have no idea how far I'd get, plus, with the couple having just passed their first night under my roof, it would be the height of rudeness to not be here for them whenever they are ready to come in for breakfast. But not right now., Please Lord, not right now, Just this time alone for now with you and my precious cup of joe....
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