This is why I'm such a bad blogger: writing isn't my top priority. But today I had something worthy to top it. Today there was an extra hour to be spent and instead of doing something extra (which is what I still consider this), I just luxuriated an extra amount in being alone with my husband. Organizing the basement with him, walking around Cambridge with him, lounging on the sofa with him. It's been a good day that I'm anxious to get back to, as it's fastly fleeting.