Latter Day Sinner

The house is quiet except for me and Cosmos grooming at the top of the bookshelf next to me. The boys are with their aides. Stephanie is asleep. It’s the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week and I’m still in my pajamas. It is the eye of the hurricane. It is a brief respite before everything goes back into full swing. I’ve done a little art today and I’m blogging (obviously). I don’t want to leave the house and I don’t even want to get dressed. Perhaps I will get my wish.