How odd that even though I am a free agent (well, home alone anyway) until tomorrow evening, I feel that I should do things that I will be proud to tell Mr H that I did. Whereas actually I can do what the hell I like as long as the house looks reasonably presentable by the time he gets home.
How difficult it is to get away from the "should's" of life. I should revise. I should play my violin (sorely neglected already). I should ... whatever. Somehow the more rare time alone becomes, the more pressure we have to make the most of it, and the more we spend to much time deciding what we should do to fill it best.
I should.... stop thinking about it and go with the flow!