Church work. The taxes. Moving something heavy from the van into the cellar.
But it's 9:30 at night. The living room looks drowsy in the lamp light. Christine is sewing a quilt. The kids are all sleeping. Eunice is stretched out pleasantly on the floor at my feet. And the wind makes the house talk and taps the windows with blowing snow.
I think I'll read an article and go to bed. I'd rather set my alarm for 4:30 than break the spell of a beautiful evening.
2 comments:
Eunice? Enlighten me....
We're adopting/have adopted, a dog from a family in New York who weren't in a position to give her what she needs. I love dogs and this one is a real winner.
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