Dark Chocolate and Good Baritones

 Charles is away for a Zombie Larp, so I was up until two last night.  That usually happens when he's away; I fritter time away aimlessly, unable to settle until I'm too tired to think.  Fifteen years of marriage, and I still miss him the minute he leaves.
Last night, for the first time in years, I stayed up writing.  I don't care if it was crap, or if no one ever reads it; getting lost in writing is like dark chocolate or listening to Josh Groban, like making love during a thunderstorm.  I feel so incredibly ALIVE.  OK, also sleep deprived, but it's still a great feeling.  ;>