Today I am Loving {76}

When you cannot keep your eyes open past 8:21 p.m., even though your room is still light, and you sleep like the dead until the early morning, and awake and lie under your homestyle quilt in your sweet little room listening as the water laps up against the deck outside and somewhere there is a deep and low flute of some kind humming along with the birds whispering good morning, and you listen to the house come alive while you come up with a plan, of what to do while you are here.