Leftover eggs and bread rising
Boggle still on the table from the night before
Beautiful bright sunshine
Me talking with my Dad
Isaac being Isaac, making steam I guess. I like the little log holders Mike stacked on the mantle to dry.
Life is back to being very ordinary but I still have what we went through last week with Mike fresh in my head and I am taking every opportunity to enjoy the moments like cranking up the classic rock on the way to the library today.