I'm up while everyone else in the house is asleep. They're all tucked away, and I'm up waiting on the cinnamon rolls I baked for breakfast to cool so I can put them away and go to bed. When I'm up late (this, of course, is only relatively late) I sometimes begin to think of the days of having newborns. Translation: being up at all and any times of the night. Since I do not have to do that these days, I am thinking of my friends who may be up. If you're awake, dear friends, I am thinking of you.
You may or may not want it to, but this too shall pass.
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