I’ve spent the night at home, playing the piano, eating a delicious meal, chatting with my mother-in-law and watching her play with my step-daughter, and lying with our dog.
Now it’s late and I am tired.
I need to stay up to make an international phone call.
My wife and her mother are chatting away and the sound of the air-conditioner is humming in the background.
It’s one of those times when I am content to just stay in the moment, like staring off into space.
The anticipation of a full night’s sleep ahead of me lingers.
I would rather stay awake with that anticipation than wake up in the morning and have to get out of bed.
This is the internal struggle I deal with nightly, a consequence of feeling like your job is raping your time.