I'm sitting at our kitchen table. There's only one light on, which is faded down to a lower level of light -- I'm not one for having every single light on -- and there are candles softly glowing from the center of the table... They're reflecting orange everywhere.
I made strong coffee. People say it's in the morning that you need the strong coffee so you can get your day rolling, but I like it in the evening as well. It somehow helps me remember that "*phew*, someday I'll be in heaven" because most days end with me thinking "I can't take much more of living on earth -- I just want heaven".
I'll confess, I'm bad about my desserts. I have a major sweet tooth. I love my sweets. Tonight is once again simple though... ice cream -- but let me tell ya, it's a delicious combo with the coffee.
I'm listening to Diana Krall's Live In Paris album. I absolutely love listening to it. Besides thinking about how amazing she is, it also makes me think about how I much prefer listening to someone perform than performing myself. I'm the person in the audience grinning ear to ear because I'm so happy just to be listening and watching someone perform. Weird? Maybe. But I guess it means I'll be a good soccer mom?... c'mon, where's my Swagger Wagon, yo?