One day alone: What would you do?
I'm in St. Paul, Minnesota, where as I flew in I said to my seatmate, "it looks like a picture book! Like... Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel." Today's beautiful weather is supposed to last through tomorrow, too -- clear and gorgeously sunny and cool-but-not-cold.
I came to Hamline University for a reading of a piece for which I won an award; it was a little indulgent to make the trip, but worth it in many ways. I got to be a guest in a creative writing class today, and I have the reading tomorrow night. All the boys are staying with a different relative or friend, and are happy to have a few days with a beloved family member.
I'm in a university guest house and have nothing -- absolutely nothing -- I have to do between now and tomorrow at 7 p.m. I can't clean house or can tomatoes or go on errands. A glorious, perfectly rare, day alone. I'm planning to run 8 or 9 miles, go to a coffee shop, and write, and not worry about how long I'm taking with any of it. It is such a gift, and I'm grateful as can be.
What would you do with one perfect day alone in another place?