It is 8:40 p.m. on Friday night. Zach is in bed asleep. Hubby is at a friend’s house. Pearl Jam is playing on the stereo. The T.V. is turned off. There’s a pizza in the oven. I’m sitting on the couch, my notebook computer in my lap. I can hear the swishing of the dishwasher in the kitchen. The dog is curled up next to me. For once, I am alone. At this very moment, life could not be more perfect.
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