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A Night In

All of me is playing on my brand new Amazon Music. I love it and I am on song one. I miss music. I realized it a while back, but now that I drive a short 10 minutes to the train station every morning I recognize my old self singing and thinking nothing for the short duration of the songs that the UK radios allow in the morning. They are clearly more into talking. 
I sit after a night in with by babe C. I decided to take an easy one tonight and we had dinner in our brand new kitchen counter, reading stories and feeding each other (yes, she also fed me). I took it as peaceful as possible (within the constraints of having a feisty 2 year old) and we finished with cookies and cuddles in the sofa. 
I now sit down with Lisbon and the river coming from the left of my window all the front and towards Cascais the lights on my right. I know it won't be a productive night but I also know it does not have to be. It is just what I need, after a happy day celebrating my Dad's 70 and happier that B's dad is feeling better. 
The stars aligned a bit today, even if I woke up edgy and knowing I still have a long way to go.
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