~unblogginess~

It has been a Labor Day free from labors.

No one has come to visit; no one has called. Bryan and I had sweet respite all day to ourselves. I read to him from a book we started together. For me, it was a mad escape to the stars in all its science fiction glory. For him, it was a chance to lie on the couch and close his eyes, to let someone else think for him, to just listen. After a few chapters, we ate breakfast. I napped. He played on his computer. He napped. I played on my computer.

Nothing happened.

It was glorious.