No apologies. Only fresh greetings. You have been dearly missed.
Tonight has been one of much talking. Much listening to bluegrass (more Allison Krauss than Doc Watson) and sipping of hot tea. Much mixing and slow roasting of fresh granola for the granola jar. It has been a peaceful evening and so much so that I am trying desperately to ignore that big 11 over there on the clock. If I try hard enough I might be able to imagine an "AM" in the place of that "PM". It has been one of those evenings you long for, plan for and sometimes have great difficulty in producing. One where nothing happened. At all. I allowed myself to clean the bathroom after the girls went to bed but after that purposed to leave the mountain of unfolded laundry in it's place on the bedroom floor and sit on the kitchen stool and read while I waited for the various times to add things to the granola baking in the oven. Then Stephen joined me. And the night got even better. Sometimes being still with nothing to entertain is so very entertaining. Love that this is something I can get comfortable with. I can get used to nights like these - in this home. In our home.