terrypurple73 | (no subject)

Sometimes I forget how nice it is to stay up late and not do anything at all. Victoria and I used to do that a fair amount last year- stay up late and not be productive. And all summer long I was the last one in the house to go to bed, and I had that time all to myself. Last night, I had to stay up while my laundry dried (but I don't think my feet jammies are going to be dry by the time I leave for the retreat :( ), and it was a nice feeling. I was the last one here to go to bed, and it was very calm around the house by that point. I remember how nice that feeling used to be. Not crazy running around before we went to bed, just taking my own time and not feeling pressured to hurry myself into getting under my covers.
I am not sure this entry had a huge point, but it seemed more interesting as I wrote the entry in my head last night as I fell asleep. :)