Another quiet night

[beetiger]

The baby's asleep, Bard's out, and I'm doing manymany web updates for my projects. Quiet here.

I never really used to like quiet time much, before Rhys came in. It seemed very isolating and lonely. But these days, it's kind of a little niche in which everything's well in my world, and I like it.

I'll be able to show you all the new thing once the servers get pointed the right way, tomorrow I hope.

I guess that's all. I'm not writing a lot these days, it seems. I don't know if it's a fading interest in this little shared piece of the world, or just that everything seems commercial, or tedious, or private.

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I love that half-hour between Elizabeth's bedtime and mine. (What can I say, I'm a slave to the school bell, and it rings early.) I read, do email, make my lunch, and generally remember that I always loved quiet time.

Growing up in a big family, one of the nicest treats I looked forward to was when everyone else was out somewhere and I had the house to myself. It happened every month or so when I was a teenager. I'd play the music loud, or play something classical that no one else wanted to listen to, read something my dad would look down his nose at, even dance around the living room if I wanted to, with Tchaikovosky's waltzes blaring. I loved being alone.

I don't really miss it, though. Me-time no longer requires alone-in-the-houseness. I suppose it's because Elizabeth loves to dance to blaring Russian waltzes. :)