Still light out at 8:20. Children are quiet (upstairs). I can hear the clock, my typing, Mark's typing, both of us breathing.
It might rain, might not.
I leave for Turkey on Monday afternoon. Three days left to do everything.
Make that three days left to do some things and put off others.
The light outside is so beautiful. I breathe slowly and enjoy a moment of calm before a late grown-up supper of swordfish, green salad, crusty bread and red wine.
Maybe I can get Mark to play me some songs. . .