Passages of Acts.

I spent most of the weekend inside, I feel alone and quiet. I am alive and counting, one day at a time. I like sleeping in, not exactly sleeping in, since I don`t sleep well and I am always up in the wee hours of the morning. I am up around 4:00 am and stay up for a few hours playing around on the computer or looking out our windows. I will read passages of Acts until Sal finds me asleep and curls up at my feet, he is now holding my Bible and socks, cradled them under his chin, drawn his knees close under them. I see his stuffed gorilla looking away, dejected it seems, but together we have found the good sleep. The same good sleep.