hearing: the dishwasher running. finally
seeing: a slightly messy living room complete with a pile of uncapped markers because Samson wanted to sleep with the caps
tasting: the last homemade frozen burrito. yummo
smelling: a light lemon-y scent from just having cleaned the kitchen
feeling: the smooth keys of my laptop and an achey back
contemplating: taking a nap instead of folding clothes
contemplating: finding a job and daycare for the little guy. sigh.
imagining: a spotless house. a car that is my friend rather than a terse acquaintance. a freezer full of homemade goodness.