It is about 3 in the morning and after falling asleep reading fairly early in the evening, I  awoke at 1:30 to discover I could not get back to sleep. so I got up and cleaned the kitchen, not thoroughly, but to a greater degree than it had been. My hands now smell like cleansers, not exactly a perfume, but better than they did before. I guess they are “kitchen clean” hands as opposed to “scented soap” hands.

I like the smell of clean hands; I always have. I remember when I was a little girl and being tucked in bed, my father’s hands were always freshly scrubbed ans smelled so comforting. Shane’s paws smell a little different, but that’s okay, I’m a big girl now.

I’m going back to bed – not going to stay up and have an incredibly early start to the day. We’ll just call this practice for true Monday.