finally

For once, home before the sun set, showered off all the hairspray junk, wiped and scrubbed the layers off my face, ate dinner slowly, all before 8 pm. It is a good day and I never knew it took so little to make me happy.

What we don't have is what we want the most.

So it was a crazy past few weeks, with Palace Ghosts and Hoffman and quartet filming all in a row, but now it's finally over, and the fatigue hits like a heat wave. Fell asleep standing up on the train, leaning on my cello, and staggered home in a never ending 15 minute walk.

The bliss - of sitting in front of the computer blasting music watching Chuck and chatting. The research can wait. For now, I am giving myself quality alone time.