Nocturne

Oh my goodness, it's nearly 2 a.m. and I still have to go practice the Schubert Ave Maria for a wedding gig I have tomorrow at Grace Cathedral (I'll go from gospel to classical for that gig, with a wide range of tunes). Now that school is out, I think I'm reverting to my natural night-owl schedule. I sing and putter about, occasionally listening to Emilio's snoring and the sweet sound of baby's sighs. I see my six-year-old's impossibly askew limbs stretching over balled-up blankets and teddy bears. This is a family that sleeps with heated abandon! When will I join them in slumber?