It's rare.
It's Sunday night, everyone is in bed (except me).
It's quiet (except for the soothing rhythm of the dishwasher).
I can still see and smell evidence of the activities of the afternoon and evening. Toys positioned on the ottoman mountain, papers fan across the sofa cushions, was that bacon earlier today?
It was cool enough outside and damp enough from the rain last night to have a fire. One cat still sits within range of the warm embers.
I have not been logging enough time on my own sofa lately. According to the media, most of the nation spends a good bit of time on the couch with the tv on. Not me. I'm an outlier. But, after this past six weeks I can honestly say: I love this spot!
It should not be so rare. I'm going to mark it in my calendar.
"November 16th: 9:30 pm Sit on Sofa Priority A (for you Franklin Covey types)"
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