Dan is out of town for a couple of days, and this means that I've been doing something I haven't done very much. I'm staying in the house by myself. Now, Dan going out of town is nothing new, and I stayed in our apartment alone plenty of times. But this is kind of different because we now live in a free-standing house, and somehow this makes me feel more like I'm really alone. Probably because if something weird happened, I couldn't just pound on the wall until someone heard me. Also, I figure that if I climbed out my bedroom window, I'd have to jump over our fence before I could reasonably expect to find someone to save me from whatever ran me out of the house.

This is the line of thought that probably led to my adventure last night. I fell asleep while I was reading a book, and since Dan wasn't home, there was no one to turn off the light. So around 2 a.m., I woke up kind of suddenly, and was lying there trying to go back to sleep, this time with the lights out, when I started hearing a thumping sound down the hall. Not a loud one, but persistent. In retrospect, putting on my bathrobe and looking for the nearest heavy object with which to arm myself was probably not the thing to do, especially since the heaviest thing in reach turned out to by my economy sized bottle of shampoo. I wasn't thinking clearly, which is why it's a good thing that after I crept down the hall in stealth mode, the noise turned out to be nothing but a door getting bumped against the door frame by the current created by the central heating. I then felt kind of silly, standing there without my glasses (read: legally blind), brandishing a bottle from my tub. Criminals beware! I have shampoo!

All that to say I'm glad my husband is coming home tomorrow.