Today, Reed took an honest to goodness nap. A real nap. A nap longer than half an hour. A nap at home. Not in the car. Not on a walk. A nap outside of my arms. Off the rocking chair. Just him sleeping. On his own. Two (two!) hours.
I made a pot of tea and pulled out my journal. I sat and wrote and then wrote some more and edited my novel. What a treat it was to sit down and write with the sun on the streets and quiet in the house. It was like having coffee when you haven’t had it for a while and you really really want coffee. Coffee tastes so good when you really really want it. So does writing.
It’s a shame no one will likely ever read this book. I am growing to like it.