2/22/2005 10:14:00 PM|||Britt|||Every night, there exists a half hour of my life that is halfway between rest and tension. It arrives just after putting Mackenzie to bed, when, too afraid to do anything that might make a noise, I find somewhere to lie down.

I wait to see if she will go to sleep. Sometimes she asks for milk and I have to get back up. Or Kimmie gets it and I just listen. Sometimes I start to drift away and tell myself just to go to bed. Occasionally, I do go to bed, but not often.

Once I feel it is safe to get up, I either clean house or pop open the laptop. Here I am, laptop popped open. I'm relaxed from a couple glasses of wine, the dishes are piled in the sink.

Sometimes I wonder what else I could do. I always tell myself to write. Lately, I've just piddled around with a design for a new website. I could read a book. I could do some yoga.

I could do anything. Maybe I will. Tomorrow night.|||110913996365347575|||My time