8:08 P.M. Â The boys are in bed. Â Scott is working late tonight, so it’s just me and my laptop. Â I sit here with a cup of hot tea at my side (spiced plum tea — it’s heavenly, Â a taste that sings of fall and winter) and it is a lovely, LOVELY feeling to know that the evening is entirely at my disposal. Â Even lovelier is the realization that I am now on vacation until next Monday. Â NEXT MONDAY!
That is indeed a reason to give thanks. Â As much as I love my job, the evening feels a lot different when you don’t have to teach the next day. Â It’s leisurely, unhurried; it feels like a quiet celebration. Â My time feels more fully my own, if you know what I mean.
And so I’ll sip my tea, read my latest mystery (Her Royal Spyness by Rhys Bowen — tremendous fun), watch a little Dancing with the Stars, spend some quiet time at the prayer desk, and relish the pleasures of the first few hours of vacation.