1) Having walked four miles, I decide that it’s okay to take the short-cut home.
2) To create order out of chaos. I sort my craft box, reacqainting knitting needles with their case, and sorting balls of stash yarn, and bringing materials and patterns into some semblance of order.
3) I hear a kid-noise coming from upstairs and go up to discover a sleepy-eyed, somewhat dazed, boy standing at the top. I steer him to the toilet, while I shake his pillows and duvet out, then snuggle him back into bed. He’s asleep again in moments.