Midnight on Saturday Night

I love Saturdays nights. I love the expectation of church on Sunday. I know I have mounds of papers and planning looming on Sunday, but not tonight.

Tonight I can sit in my shorts and t-shirt here (yeah, it's back up to 80 degrees. Never fear....the record of 91 degrees was set in 1909, so it's still quite normal). I can pat my 30-pound puppy passed out on the floor. She's recovering from two hours at the dog park. I can listen with one ear to a British car show that Evan is watching (without him knowing I secretly enjoy it--hey, I played with matchbox cars as a child, I'm from Indy, and I love to drive fast).

I just got back from a girls night with Kate and Melanie. We vowed not to talk about school and failed miserably, but food, fellowship, and a movie did a lot of good for me. According to my watch, it is now early Sunday morning. In many ways, I feel that this Saturday is my Sunday. When I am open to wonder and actively bettering my life. On Sunday, after church, I just hurry home and cram as many work-related tasks into 10 hours.

Ah....and early Sunday am has arrived. I am feeling a sleepiness steal into my head (it's not the wine...really!) Oh, beautiful midnight hour....I have missed you.