What used to be my least favorite time of day has become, since my husband retired, my favorite. That is to say, those insomniac hours when it seems like the only person in the world awake is me. There is no noise, just me and my recliner, my afghan, and a good book. No TV, no nothing. It is when I most miss my pets (which, I might add, would miff me off to no end when they were with me for making me get up!). But I often watch the sun rise, listen to a train roll through town (love the sound of the train), and just enjoy the sounds of nature and silence. When I was younger, I resented those hours (because I'd fall asleep maybe an hour before I had to get up and go to work, leaving me groggy). But now it is blessed alone time.
that sounds so nice.......
~You don't need to go to culinary school to learn how to cook!~