It's very late at night.
Well after midnight, in fact.
It was a chorus rehearsal night. The house was dark and quiet when I got home. Even the rat dogs failed to bark at my arrival.
And so now I sit in the darkness, the night lit only by the glow of my laptop.
Wonderhubby lies next to me, breathing softly, in and out. Little breaths. Astonishingly, considering his sinuses, the man doesn't snore.
I listen to the sound of the fan in the window, blowing cool, cool night air across my bedroom.
And I think.
I try to focus my thoughts through my fingertips and onto the computer screen, but I keep getting derailed.
It's just not there.