It's ten after twelve.  Everyone is in bed so the house is quiet.  I love it when I'm the only one awake.  I think this is my favorite time of the day.  I think that until I finish whatever I'm doing and finally crawl into bed.  Then, as I stretch out, letting all the muscles in my body relax and Jay, asleep, rolls over until he's right next to me and I think that's my favorite time of the day.  I think that until I wake up in the morning and look forward to drinking hot coffee out on my sunny porch, reading a good book with my feet up until it's time to take Josie to school and then I think that I may be the luckiest person who ever lived.

 

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