Saturday Night

It's Saturday night and I mopped the kitchen floor. I really am living the mundane life. Even sadder, though I loathe mopping or any cleaning for that matter, is that I didn't mind the evening once everyone went to bed. It was nice having time to myself in a quiet house. At one point in my life I would have longed for something to do, or longed to be somewhere else (no matter where I was or what I was doing). That isn't the case now. Just give a nice quiet evening and I'm happy, or at least mildly content.