It is Friday night and raining hard. Billy came home yesterday after being gone for a week, working out of town. Even though we are tired, nobody wanted to go to bed tonight. We are walking around dazed, enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof and enjoying that the most pressing task is cleaning up the kitchen after supper.
It was a week of tasks, one following another. It started Monday morning with the long call to Verizon once the girls were on the bus. Then I remember a blur of movement, which lasted until the girls walked into the kitchen this afternoon, threw off their backpacks, and sat down at the table to eat mochi.