Well, it looks like I've screwed up my schedule again. It's 8 in the morning and I've been up 19 hours. Yesterday Shawn woke in the late afternoon, and we went on a picnic at Edgewater park. It would've been nicer if we had the blanket, but instead we sat on a bench - two benches. We ate at one with a beautiful tree for a view, then moved to another to get a better peek at the sunset.

Then we drove south, just snuggling and talking. Stopped to take pictures of the sunset, ran a few errands, that sort of thing. Nothing much. Came back, watched TV, snuggled in bed. He fell asleep for a couple hours. I knitted. And snuggled. He woke up, wide awake, so after a bit we decided to get up, and I cleaned a bit, and he cooked a bit, and we ended up staying up way late goofing off. So just as he finally tried to pass out, I was enchanted by the sunrise, and stayed up to watch it.

I've never had a window open to sunrise before, and here we have a huge sliding glass door to one, and whenever I catch one, it takes my breath away. I'm much more in love with sunrises than sunsets. I love being up this time of day. But I don't think I can maintain it much more. Except I know the minute my head hits the pillow my brain is going to start whirring.