Thinking alot on a saturday afternoon

I'm all alone this weekend, my son went on a trip and won't be back until tomorrow. I'm so used to being alone with him and my weekends are always planned around him. This is weird, having all this time and I can't think of anything to do besides read?

Well a good friend of mine just called and invited me over tonight, she's also a single mom and works too much like me. She has some French wine for us to drink and then we're going to go out to a club and dance until the sun comes up.

I'm thinking about going back to College and adding to my Graphic Arts Degree; my son will be leaving the nest soon and I'll have so much time to myself. I learned how to play the classical guitar as a child and I look at it all the time collecting dust in the living room corner, I could get new strings put on it and start playing it again? There's a fear of it though, I have no idea why, I usually do everything I set my mind to? I'm afraid of my guitar.

My cat is seducing me right now, licking my toes and rubbing himself against my thighs. Why are cats such passionate creatures, they are so free when it comes to expressing their feelings. I can just picture humans being this open, rubbing up against each other in public when they need affection.