I've lapsed into an old habit...Golden Girls DVD and up very late since Charlie left for training...Jackson sleeps peacefully in his crib and even the cats have settled into slumber. I still taste Korma from takeout at this Indian Restaurant in town. I'm sucking down lemon-flavored Propel and wondering why it's so easy to creep through the night when Charlie is away. When he's home, we got to bed together, at a decent hour. He walks around the house turning out lights and saying, "Time for bed."
Why do I stay up so late when he's gone? Maybe because the bed is empty.
Okay.
Lights out.
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