Was all cozied up in bed last night, reading a good murder/mystery by James Scott Bell called 'Try Dying'. Good stuff. But, the background noise that was mildly concerning me was a helicopter that kept circling overhead and, even during the night, the sounds of firetrucks and ambulances (can't tell the difference). This went on and on and on. Very strange. Usually it's pretty quiet here, without so much drama. And I consider us to live in a moderately safe neighborhood---well, according to today's standards. I will admit to hearing g*nshots from time to time several blocks over. (Don't know what readers will make of that comment) But, still, I like it here.What I was getting at is how much I like being at home. I like the safety of having our own walls to be tucked inside of. The fact that folks can't just barge in here without us wanting them to be here. I like barriers. And since I've never been too much of a people person, I really like the boundaries that home gives. Others aren't supposed to mess with you on your own turf. And I really love providing a relatively tidy place for my family to come home to after work. When my husband comes in the door, and gives a great sigh, I can always see that any sacrifice on my part is definitely well worth it.
Just feeling thankful, and really appreciating the day. Just today.
(photo by me)
