Bed feels so good.
It was daylight and after seven, I knew, but just rested and thought about nothing. Erin squirmed next to me.
"Mom, look at the clock. It's 7:45! Aren't you glad this isn't a school day!" because we'd be running crazy late to get out the door.
"Yes," I said for a variety of reasons. "I am glad it's not a school day."
A good friend just got word his cancer has spread to his brain.
We just learned of a dear couple's split.
It has been a very prayerful week.
I can hear the road traffic in the distance.
There's a note at my computer to remind me of a Sunday photo gig.
On my second cup of Vanilla Almond tea. (Not an affiliate link.)
I found a local place that is an exclusive gluten-free restaurant. They have cinnamon rolls.
Monday is day 21.
This past week I got to wear a pair of pants I couldn't even button back in June. They fit comfortably.
Tonight we are having burgers on the grill, wrapped in lettuce instead of buns.
I found really terrific jalapeno mustard at Aldi.
"Can we start school at 9:30, Mom? I want to play for a little bit," Erin asked. Lanie has been at work since after her breakfast.
"Ok," I replied.
I lit the votive to warm the Satsuma oil. Mug in hand, warm tea.
I think about cleaning bathrooms, mopping floors and vacuuming.
I think about opening windows and wonder when I'll start wearing socks around the house.
In my heart, there's a warmth--there's no place like home.