The clatter and clamour of the morning is gone. Coffee dregs stain the base of a pair of cups. Cereal bowls are stacked in the sink. The sound of my footsteps down the hallway bounce through the house and the keys clash on the drawers like a cymbal. Everyone has gone. Off to work, off to school. Except me.
I work a four-day week and today is my fifth day. The day of not-work. So, what do I do now?
