Staying Up Late...

...leaning back in my chair, Buster laying across my bare feet, looking out over the park, enjoying the breeze that I get from having a bedroom with 4 windows, and falling in love with Andrew Osenga. Well, his music anyway. Minus the occasional sirens, this reminds me of growing up in Indiana. I think God knew what he was doing when he gave me this house, this park, this dog, this bedroom, and this breeze. And, let's not forget, this CD.