Chris and I are enjoying a quiet evening at home. The cats are on our laps, Sasha is dozing by our feet, and a steaming mug of tea sits within reach.
In about half an hour, a dozen or so ninth graders will descend upon the house. We’ll turn on the outdoor heater for the first time since last winter, start a fire in the fire ring, and set out the snacks. We’ve set a stop time for 11:30. My eyelids are already drooping. I’d better get my second wind.
My Corner of the Village 