The baby is fast asleep.
The TV is turned off.
The Husband is downstairs watching hockey.
I’m upstairs listening to my dad’s radio show and reading a book (and clearly messing around on the internet…)
I’m in my comfiest pair of sweats.
In 45 minutes, I’m going to bed.
It may not be an exciting evening, but it’s pretty typical for us and I can think of few better ways to spend a Friday night.