The house is dark except for the light of the computer screen and a low light over the stove.

Pandora is playing Brahms and Chopin.

My homegrown roses spill over the side of the blue ceramic vase, wilted petals scattered over the chipped counter tops.

Ian is asleep on the couch behind me, causing me to turn and look at him every so often as he stirs and sighs. He was acting peculiar and couldn't sleep so I kept him near at hand.

I am still in my workout clothes from this morning, proof of a busy day.

If I have to kill another spider tonight, I will have a nervous breakdown.

The dishwasher is humming quietly. The dryer is whirling. The AC is roaring. All my minions are performing their assigned tasks to perfection.

My empty Baking Soda tin sits on the counter, a reminder so I don't forget to put it on my shopping list.

My mind is full; of thoughts of projects to be completed, of list to make, of family and friends who need prayers, of our everyday blessings.

I long for David to be home. Long for him to have this stretch of hard work, long hours, and headaches to be over. I miss him. The kids miss him.