Sitting here while the rest of the house sleep. Wondering if I should write a post or even go as far as publishing one to the public?
Not really feeling any feeling anything other than calm and content. Not really caring, I suppose not having a care in the world at this particular time. How strange is that?
What is the point of this blog? None, other than typing out words and sentences 'till I get tired enough to go to bed, and feeling thankful and blessed for what I have, and all the second chances I have been given.

It is so quiet here that I can hear the draw of the fire, and the hum of the computer. The room is empty, there are no animals asleep on the chair, or on the floor besides the door. The space besides the door shall never be filled again. The cats have disappeared for the minute, probably chasing mice or frogs. They will wait 'till I turn in, then meow at the door to be let in, or jump through the bedroom window onto the bed to frighten us awake from our sleep.
There is a creek on the floorboards above me. Someone is turning over in their sleep. Again it is quiet. Back to the hum of the computer and the splutter of burning coal and wood in the hearth.

I sit here in thought for a moment or two, and then read what I have written. Swing side to side on my chair, think and type some more. Just words and sentences, nothing of any importance, and wonder should I be using full stops or Comma's.

I cough, and yawn, then come to the conclusion that this post has done it's job, and it is time to hit the sack. Wondering if the partial deafness I have been suffering from this last week will resolve itself tomorrow. It has been trying it's best to clear. We'll just have to wait and see.

So there it is. A post on my totally conscious thoughts and feelings on nothing in particular.
Goodnight.