Even if you are tapped out from a day full of running and playing, write it down. Keep at it. The house is quiet. Good night!
And from Little House in the Big Woods:
She thought to herself, “This is now.”
She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.