I am exhausted, but I am also content. I am happy to be home and in bed before 9:30 on this Friday night. I am happy to have gone out after work to socialize with a colleague I hadn’t been out with before. I am happy to have received an email from a friend whom I’ve been missing. I am happy to not answer to an alarm in the morning. For tonight, all of this is enough. The quiet is enough. The house to myself is enough.
I don’t want to think too much about anything else, lest I ruin the small shade of peace I have. I don’t want to dwell too long here; I’d rather just enjoy this feeling of contentment. I am afraid it won’t last.