One night last week Dustin got into bed before eight and I came home from a later-than-usual walk, wondering what I would find. Adam was cozied up with Paige, every single light was on upstairs (including all closets!) and Noah was entirely naked. And this is why I still do those bed checks.
"Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings." has been running through my head recently (Oh, Fanny Price). Emphasis on the quick successions, not busy nothings. I am starting to see why people have such strong opinions concerning their beloved planners and calendar apps. I still haven't figured out the best one for myself; I have a hard time committing to anything more than my color-the-month wall calendar I buy each year in January for 90% off at Michaels (that makes it...a dollar, I think). Maybe I will graduate to something mobile or start keeping up with that planner I got a while back. Or maybe planners and I are just not meant to be.