Last night Vince had gone to bed early and I stayed up late, which isn’t unusual. It was getting close to 1 a.m. and as I was getting ready to go to bed, I made the rounds to be sure all the doors were locked. That little chore takes much longer than it once did. In Texas, we have two doors to check. Here, there are eight!
When I checked the back door that goes out onto the deck, the clouds and moon caught my attention.
I grabbed a chair from the breakfast room, drug it out there, went back in after a few minutes and got a blanket. The wind was blowing. There were no bugs. The neighborhood was totally quiet. At one point, I thought . . if I had a comfy sleeping bag, I might sleep out here and then I giggled at the thought of Vince waking up in the night, realizing I wasn’t in bed, looking for me and finding me sleeping on the deck.
No matter how much craziness is going on in the word, and I think we’ll all agree that it’s pretty crazy right now . . no matter how much craziness is going on in our own little area or even our own household, going outside on a cool, cloudy night, sitting alone, with no interruptions other than my own thoughts – that is good for my soul, good for my sanity and good for my attitude.