December 17, 2001
I'm home and I'm not drained. Starbuck's accidentally supersized my chai and that seems to have recharged me. For once, I have the kind of evening I always plan on - a decent dinner hour in the Uncharted Territories, all household chores completed, and then a retreat to the library. By candlelight and KC, I work on various projects and the cats join me, each curled in their own chair. The library has become my own little cocoon, tucked away at the back of the house. After three years, it is finally a room I can enjoy on nights like this.