Time for Bed

I have scratchy eyes. My mouth feels pasty (yuk!). It is sticky and muggy. But a cool breeze is filtering in through the patio doors and the only sounds in the background are the refrigerator running (I know, I know....some of you are saying, "Well then you better go catch it!" :::snort::: ) and the frogs outside singing at the tops of their lungs.

My head gets to hit a down pillow with worn-in soft cotton sheets. I get to hear my husband breathing softly next to me. And my sidetrip to the boys' room before bed will yield kisses on their faces as I observe in the shadows their ever-more-sprawling bodies.

And how far is heaven? It seems a bit nearer tonight.