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IN THE STILLNESS OF THIS LATE HOUR, PETRA IS MY VIGILANT NIGHTGIRL

There is one hour left of this Sunday night and instead of heading towards Dreamworld, I am savoring every minute, no..........every second because once I fall asleep, my blissed-out weekend will truly be over. My night girl from here understands this as she has been through many of these Sunday nights with me. Knowing how I love my nest she accompanies me, quietly, ready to listen with her heart almost as big as her eyes. The music has stopped and we sit here, together. The only sounds are the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard and the hum of the fan.

We are nightgirls. But one of us has to get up in several hours and go to that place that allows me to keep THIS place. So I toast (water glass in hand) "Here's to the job that pays the rent" I love that line.