…it has to be evening.

Same routine, every night when I get home from work, or when I get home from running around on the weekends – either business, or as it was tonight -an evening spent with good friends.

I turn on the porch light, close the blinds that face the street, turn on the red-shaded Korean brass lamp made from artillery shells (Dad brought it home from Korea in ’76) – likewise the lamp on my Heywood-Wakefield thrift-store corner table (thanks, Mom!)…and switch on the pool lights.

I feed the animals, and load the dishwasher.

I turn on the kettle, and pick out my herbal tea – a six-month-old “tradition” – and one I’m enjoying more and more.

It’s comforting.

It means I’m in.

…for the Night.

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