Mike took Claire to church, and I stayed home. I really can't remember the last time I've been home alone. I think it maybe was when we lived on Grand Avenue, and Mike took Claire for a walk. Anyway, I just had to document this somewhere, so I will remember it actually happened. I'm going to go take a shower with the door CLOSED so all the steamy air can't escape. And its a cold morning, so it should feel especially wonderful.