Not Knowing

I don't know what it is. It might be the warm weather these last few days. It might be the oak pollen in the air. It might be the thrill of that game of Scrabble or the euphoria in hearing everyone willing to play a second game. Or maybe it's the chips and queso from dinner at Maudie's.

It's dark outside. (I mean, like, really dark.) There are people around this house falling into their beds. And all of the sudden it is very quiet here.

So I might not know what it is, but I do know this: I am not staying up any longer.

(You know, I think it was the queso.)

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