Awake at 12:35 AM

I'm in the office alone. Next door to me, two teenage girls sit in a bathroom laughing together, waiting to see who will be the next to get sick. I am awake and waiting until one throws up for the third time tonight so I can call the camp director at some ungodly hour. Oh, the joys of being program director.
To be honest, this is the quietest this office has been in at least three weeks. No one else is awake except for the three of us, and I am by myself. I haven't been alone in a LONG time. I spent my last weekend with staff and it involved more work that the regular weekdays (including the mini-controversy of asking two staff members of the opposite sex not to sleep on top of each other in the presence of others). I am tired.

So it may now be 12:47 AM but I can feel a weight lifting from my shoulders. I am alone. No one can ask anything of me right now and there is such a freedom in these precious moments. They won't last long, but I have them.

And now, it's time for 6 hours of sleep to pass by too quickly.