I'm feeling quiet and sleepy this morning. (okay, confession: four years behind the masses, I just started watching LOST from the beginning. And I'm staying up far too late watching just one more episode each night, and scaring myself silly.)
So I'm going to hang on today through the bumps and the waves of the day, until this afternoon when the spring sun warms the newly-opened sunporch enough so I can steer us all out there. Where Ezra will play the drums with wild abandon; Adelaide will take the farm animals on a camper journey, narrating the entire trip; Steve will pick up his guitar for some more lovely sound; Calvin will come to the door every five minutes with a building status report on his bike-ramp-in-the-snow; and I will lay on the floor with handwork by my side, but likely ignored, while I close my eyes and let the sun and sounds stream in. A little bit like yesterday.
