It's Saturday, and I'm busy making my orders, but I'm alone in the condo today. Daddy still has work, and he is busy with his staff on their new case. He said he would come home late, and I would just have to eat dinner without him. It's fine with me. At least we are always together now, and I can help him relax after his stressful work. I am just so happy to just stay here and wait for him. I feel like a wife waiting for her husband. With all the things we do like a real married couple, it's not bad to think that he's my husband.
I am currently waiting for the clay to bake in the oven while enjoying a glass of apple juice. It is late afternoon, and I am contemplating whether to prepare a meal or opt for food delivery. I'm debating whether to prepare food myself or order takeout this late
