On the couch with the music I love and the sun pouring into the room.  He is on his way down from the mountain and I am trying to talk myself into a quick run because of the cake this morning with breakfast.  There are two books open on the floor and a bag of black licorice and dinner has been cooking slow and low for hours.  The rugs are in the wash, the sheets are back on the bed, the floor though-- it's a mess.  It is 2:44 and still I have not decided on the day.  I should go for a run.  I really want to snag another bite of roast.  He'll be here soon.  Those kids this morning, they were nuts but they have the best smiles.  I keep telling myself I need to back off with the kid activities for a while to sort of restart my engine.  But they have the best smiles.  

Ok.  He's going to be here soon.  And the sun, it isn't staying long.