Floor of the Sky, Missoula, Montana

“Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.” - Willa Cather 

The other night, I started a new book - well, new in my library check-out stack - at about 9:30, thinking to enjoy only thirty to forty minutes of front porch reading while the day cooled slightly towards dark. 
I specifically did not choose the unread book by Elizabeth Camden, as her historical storytelling recently time warped me far beyond a sensible workweek bedtime. Instead, I delved into Pamela Carter Joern’s Nebraska summer saga of three generations in a wide-skied small town, The Floor of the Sky. 
Before any jaw-stretching yawning ensued, I decided to turn in at a natural pause in the story. Tiptoeing into the house, and around the shadowed sofa and chairs without incident, I stifled an audible “Omigosh!" at the LED declaration on the microwave: 12:02! Sigh.
 Well, there are far worse reasons for losing sleep than a captivating story.

May your summer make room for delightful reading - followed by sleeping in on Saturday morning.