Ah, sleep is stalking me. Could it have something to do with the fact that we just finished a bottle of wine, a lemon-roast chicken, sweet potatoes, and peach-apple sauce with whipped cream? Or is it that we were at church practically all day: service, teaching Sunday School to a group of chickens, and then choir practice? Or maybe it's just Sunday evening, my usual time to drop in a heap at 9:00, warm and content, until morning.
Martin's parents have been with us for some days now, and their visit has sped by at a sadly fast pace. We've been eating a lot and laughing. . . .
I need to write, drink, ride my bike, read, laugh, kiss, more. I need to sing more, yell less, relax, sigh deeply and not sarcastically, and only once a day, because I am content.
All you whom I love, and all you who hold worlds of longing and joy: pleasant sleep to you. Brightness and strength in the morning.
