Very occasionally, I have the house to myself. I usually use this as a time to explore on my own, or mostly to clean and relax without worrying about more dirty socks appearing.
Beginning at 5am, I got up and went out to Devil's Den to hike to a lookout point to see the sunrise with a friend who will soon be embarking on a new adventure. I think it was totally worth only getting a few hours of sleep...
Back to home, where I lazed around, watching Bones, cleaning, and sitting on the couch, knitting. Then I went to get Sassy, whom I was dog-sitting:
Then I lazed around some more, went for a walk with the dog, went for a 40-minute run, picked gobs of strawberries, and watched more Bones while eating dinner. I made a beet-yogurt soup, which I shall have to share because it was pretty tasty, and I sauteed onions, new potatoes, carrots, and a huge mound of chard from the garden. Delicious.
I like these occasions to just do what I want. As much as I love hanging out with Lance and spending time with him, it's nice every now and then to just have a day to myself. It recharges and replenishes us both, and keeps life from getting too dull.