It’s a little after two in the morning here, and I’m in bed.
The house is quiet, the dogs and baby are asleep, and my husband is reading next to me.
I love this quiet. I wish it were longer, that I could stay up all night to enjoy it.
I can’t; my eyelids are drifting shut. I’ll turn in now, but not before I say, “Hi, I’m back, and I’ll try to be around more.”
So: hi, I’m back, and I’ll try to be around more.