Perfect Day
It was such a beautiful day, I don't want to end it by going to bed. It was one of those days that just flows. Nothing unusual, nothing extraordinary. Just one of those days where my soul is at peace. The house was a mess and it didn't matter to me. Actually, it is STILL a mess at midnight and it doesn't matter to me. I'll get up a bit early tomorrow morning to clean some before my husband's piano students come. But...just writing that word "tomorrow" means I must go to bed and end THIS... Sign in to see full entry.