Right now the recliner is extended to its full capacity. My dog and I squeeze in it together. He occasional grumbles at a noise. I tap his fluffy little butt and tell him, "No."
It is 42 degrees outside. Fall.
One lamp is turned on in our little apartment.
The dryer runs with a load of bleached whites.
I've worked on this course presentation for hours and hours. I am ready for Matthew to come home now. The dog cannot hold a conversation with me.
Yet,
The dryer runs, the lamp shines, I type.
It is a peaceful night here. It's a night that I do not miss anyone or any memory too much, do not need to frustrate myself over any petty complaint or exhaust any thoughts over the day's events. It's a night that I feel so lucky just to sit and experience these small pleasures of quiet, peace, and contentment. It does not always happen, but tonight I recognize these gifts.
The dog falls asleep. I hear the neighbor's birds squawk.
I wish I could tell you every detail to bring you along with me.