The clock on the nightstand says exactly 8:22 p.m.
I'm in my pajamas already. We just exchanged our nightly, "Love you to the moon and back, don't let the bed bugs bite, see you in the morning" handshake (times two).
And I happily crawl into bed, faithfully write in my gratitude journal, do some mindful centering and consciously turn out the light so I can read in the dark on my e-reader.
This isn't how it always is around here. Often, I'm up late doing stuff, dabbling in this or that or at the very least plotting and planning for tomorrow.
But not this night or… READ MORE »