eighteen hours at home.

to sleep, mostly. and other things.

Yesterday evening James and I took the evening train back to New York. We wended our way through the golden marshes of the Connecticut shoreline and snoozed on each other’s shoulders.

We left our very lively kids in the very capable hands of my parents, which means that in this particular moment I decided that just one night away would probably be enough for everyone.

We made and kept a 9:30 post meridiem dinner reservation.