Disconcerted

I'm a little off tonight. I'm in need of a little magic. You know...true magic. The kind that comes from someone who truly loves you.  The kind that comes from a 12 year old girl who's laughter tinkles like the sound of crystal bells. Who's eyes light up and shine when you're reflected in their depths. With a heart big enough to overcome the biggest obstacles.

I'm hurting a little, and I'm so tired. I know it's gonna get worse in the next few weeks due to the pressures at work, among other things. I'll write about the other things later, because I'm so pissed off and biter about it that it'll come out wrong and very vicious. And I really don't like myself when I think that way.

I have piano playing on the Bose and the french doors are open. I've cut the lawn and the yard looks pretty in the sunset. The breeze is blowing and you can hear the leaves rustling in the trees. It's evenings like these that I really love my home. I'm so blessed and lucky with the friends and family that helped me create this little piece of heaven. And I'm grateful to Mom Trafton for giving it to me.  I wonder if she's here and sees it.  I wonder if she likes it. I think she'd be just as happy here as I am.

I have a couple of things left to do to finish it off, but it may take a little while.  In the meantime, I love what I have.

And on that note, I'm going to bed. The morning comes early, and there's a lot demanding my attention at work.  Must be rested.  G'nite peeps.