I love nighttime

I love nighttime. It is so quiet and peaceful. It smells good and everything looks different. I sat for a good amount of time at my patio door tonight. I watered my flowers finally...I don't know where I ever got the idea I might be able to keep plants alive...and then I just sat there. There is something addicting to me of the night air.

My intentions were to come home and pick up my apartment. I did a little...but I can't manage to get much done. I have things I have to do during the day that are Conference and camp-related but when I'm finished with those things all I want to do is read and sleep. I've wanted to do that for years and somehow my plans are usually foiled.

That's why I don't sleep. I love the night so much, so I end up being more awake at night than I want to be. Plus, I haven't had a chance to read during the day (and I put holds on all the top-selling novels from the last year or so) so it's night by the time I get to pick up a book and I get so addicted.

There is one thing few people know about me (at least I think...). I read books in one sitting. I don't know where it stems from, but it is very rare that I read a book over a period of a couple days (well, ok...non-fiction books take me longer...usually I fit in a few fictions inbetween). I'm wondering if it stems from my ever-present busy schedules and time crunches. I either get desperate enough and read it all the way through it one night so that, whether I get sleep or not, I can at least read a book and then get back to work the next day or I have a good chunk of time and therefore, I might as well read the whole thing (especially since I get very wrapped up in the story and it's difficult to stop when you're so invested in the story). I seriously feel like I've reached an Oasis after dragging myself through the desert. I devour fiction like nothing you've ever seen. There should be more hours in the day so that I don't have to use my nights to get in the reading I so desperately need.

Anyway, the cleaning is still to be done and the thought of having to pack up my whole apartment makes me so overwhelmed that I am tempted more and more to retreat into my books. Unfortunately Margie made the mistake of bringing me my other holds. I told her not to and she kept pestering me so finally I gave in and let her bring them. That means there are 4 more books for me to read sitting on my table. If I'm going to get anything done then I'm going to have to hide them.

Today I woke up late, managed to get to camp in time. I had the kids play a new game and I tweaked it as seemed fit as we were playing. It is now their new favorite and that makes me happy. It's a good game, I'm proud. Then I managed to make it home without falling asleep and immediately crashed (around 11:30). I woke up at 4. Irritated that my whole day was gone, I hurriedly made a paper 10-gallon hat and bullhorn, went to Value Village to buy a suitcoat for Joe and worker's shirt for Annie (who now is known as Josh per work shirt) and watched the kids artfully perform their skits. I was so proud. They did absolutely great, even the ones I wasn't sure about. I don't know how to pick which one goes for Sabbath. Then I returned home and have just finished my book and am wide awake, thinking that I should clean even though it is 1 AM.

Reflection: I love nighttime...the air I breathe in is fresh and I can smell the grass.

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