Stolen Afternoons

With B recuperating and regaining his energy at home, our schedule resembles retirement and given us a taste of what lies ahead. Pretty good stuff I might add. No jarring alarm clocks. Leisurely breakfasts over the papers. Stolen afternoon naps. Trips to the matinee. Early dinners and long walks. Really competitive Boggle or if B is really being openminded Scrabble. We've found a comfortable peace where two people can be in the same house but in very different orbits never colliding, never obstructing. With the pile of files growing on his desk, I know this isn't forever. B's cancer has changed US.

Changed how we spend our time. Changed what we want our lives to be. Pretty good stuff.