Paradise

We're up. Rolf made it to his computer where he's burning CDs . . . burning or ripping . . he's finally downloading them. So, I've had my breakfast bar, Corrine Rae Bailey is singing . . . and it's quiet.

It seems likes ages since I've had a quiet morning at home. We were supposed to head down to the lake last night, but we stayed home because Rolf's mom is in the hospital. I am going ahead without him, but only because I haven't seen my folks in such a long time. Maybe I shouldn't. I thought it was what I should do, until just now.

Hmm . . .