Content

Well, I finally feel like I've accomplished something. The laundry is done (mostly), the dishes are washed (well, a couple of things are still drying), and the monkey is in bed sleeping and breathing that open-mouthed way that only babies and little-bitties breathe. The kind of breathing that just makes you want to hold your face as close to their mouths as possible and breathe that sweet breath like it's the last thing you'll ever do. If I'm ever put on death row or lying in a hospital bed and the end is near, I'll ask to breathe my baby's breath one last time. Nothing like it in the world.

So the house is straightened up for once and now I can play without feeling guilty. Mr. Sarah brought home a couple of movies and I've got a nice large pot of gumbo in the slow cooker just waiting to be devoured. So basically, for right now at least, life is good and I am undeniably....content.