Our intrinsic nature to sleep until the sun has already burned for an hour or two manifested itself this morning. I am running behind. My plans to write this weekend were scattered away by the happy presence of my husband back from Tok. So we hiked and played with friends instead. Now I'm preparing his little lesson. Later we'll walk to the post office. Later it's dinner with friends again. And even later it's sorting through art for the book - plot to photo, photo to plot. And so on. In other words, of course I'll be back.