My house, 8am
me: I have to go to work.
my husband: They're making you work on Christmas Eve?!?
There's no laundry to do at the gallery. Nothing is covered with peanut butter and no one is tugging at me, asking for cheese crackers. It's just beautiful things and nice people.
It makes going home that much sweeter when one has a little respite, no?
May you find your respite. May you enjoy your home.