8pm
It’s 8pm and I’m here alone tonight. The kids are in bed. All that awaits me is a small glass of white wine and my computer. Tonight I will write because it is both a need and a want.
The day began with a run, the first time in years. My legs automatically took over and remembered the rhythm. My heart will soon follow. Tomorrow I will tackle the same route with sore muscles no doubt.
My husband cleaned… My husband cleaned… all is well