happy hour.

i needed to go out tonight. i had a challenging day at my contract job. and by challenging i mean, by 10:30 i was hoping for a glass of wine and a break.

so when b got home we went out and had some wine and some lobster ravioli. only, this "lobster" ravioli had no actual lobster anywhere near it. lots of mushrooms. a good cream sauce. but lobster? nope. usually this would have bothered the h e double L out of me. but i let it roll off my back. because i was in the mood to relax, to rejuvenate and to forget about all of my problems. so i ate the mushroom and cream ravioli without much complaining and then...

then we came back home. and i stretched out on the patio wall and stared at the sky. the clouds moving fast, the sun setting, the mosquitos biting. and regardless, that moment of peace reminded me that i was home. and that no matter what i spend my day doing, where i lay my head is what counts.