Sentences with phrase «nights reading in»

Perhaps because I remember days before we had kids when it felt like there were many more silver linings to long distance — nights on the couch to myself watching movies I knew he wouldn't like, more late nights reading in bed, uninterrupted Saturdays in which to write, always drinking my favorite white wine instead of red, lazy Skype dates during which we'd talk about everything under the sun.

Late night reading in bed I read on my iPad Mini with the background set to black with white text.

It's also far more comfortable on the eyes for night reading in bed and the text can be modified for any eyes.

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His family history is part of the connect - the - dots Parker plays without end, reading late into the night, swimming in medical papers, diving into conversations with researchers of any stripe — discussing malarial vectors with Sir Richard Feachem at UCSF and checkpoint inhibitors with Jim Allison, a groundbreaking immunotherapy researcher at MD Anderson in Houston.

Make sure to read Lagorio - Chafkin's feature about how the company set out to re-imagine girls» night out but discovered it could empower local artists and entrepreneurs while bringing in hearty sales.

He has read more than a few books; last night he finished Ta - Nehisi Coates's Between the World and Me and then fell asleep starting Judd Apatow's Sick in the Head.

That night, after regaining my strength, I find myself in a drab commercial area north of Georgetown, inside a basement bar unmarked outside except for a small, illuminated sign and a chalkboard easel reading Cupcake Wars, Tonight!

«I don't read emails before my first cup of coffee in the morning or after 10 p.m. at night.

My avatar will know to shut my garage door at night at the right time based on machine learning algorithms, and will read my emails to me, and send you an email on its own, and maybe know when I'm in the kitchen and suggest a thin crust pizza recipe (because that's my favorite type of food).

Each night, I had more reading and homework than could possibly get done in one evening even if I stayed up all night.

For instance, it will notice an atypical flurry of texts in the middle of the night and (without reading those messages) send a check - in message to ensure that the texter is OK.

Type that information out in a clear sentence, put by your bedside, and read it every morning and every night to help inspire you to reach your goals.

1/5 Late last night I read Talia's medium contribution and want to acknowledge her point that the cost of living in SF is far too high.

When buying one, we suggest going for Paperwhite version over the original because it features a higher screen resolution, a built - in adjustable light for night or day reading, and a no - glare screen.

«Every night and first thing before I get out of bed in the morning I respond to all emails even if it is to say, «I read your email and I will have a response for you in the morning or later today.»

In a series of secret memos sent back to Washington, described to me by several current and former US officials who have written or read them, diplomats reported that Russian intruders had broken into their homes late at night, only to rearrange the furniture or turn on all the lights and televisions, and then leave.

«And I go home, and see my family, and then I'll read for another hour or two in bed at night.»

If you looked at futures early in the morning (about an hour or two prior to market open, you could see a very read deep decline (at night, the futures were as low as 2686 but recovered to 2702 by 6 am):

Those who've read my previous posts should find it as no surprise that my level of excitement for this session superseded any residual aches and pains left over from last night's «decadence based in relevance» superbash Google Dance.

Troye Sivan released his new single «Bloom» on Wednesday night along with a lyric video featuring a lithe, CGI version of the singer twisting in the air in the middle of an industrial building with various types of vegetation growing insi... Read

«I get in around 7 or 8, and I read until about 7 or 8 at night.

«I get in around 7 or 8, and I read until about 7 or 8 at night,» he says with a laugh.

On Thursday night when Prasad Panda, 50, won the Wildrose its first urban seat since its previous two were lost in the May general election, Rachel at least got a partial reading of the zeitgeist of...

Yeah I read last night on one of your web - pages or MySpace that Headphones has an album out due in 2006.

After my post last night got me reading Budget 1980 and the National Energy Program, I stumbled upon something completely fascinating: the hated National Energy Program proposed an indexed price for synthetic crude from oil sands projects which, had it been followed until today, would have been above the Canadian dollar price of WTI in -LSB-...]

so in your spare time of denial read Romans chapter 10 verses 9 thru 13 and give your life to Jesus Christ the one and only God that gave his life for all mankind, rich or poor that we may be forgiven of our sins and have power over the devil, and help the lost to find their way to salvation through the power of the Holy Spirit... so rebuke the devil and be free, give your life to Christ so you can begin to sleep at night... I love you all with the love of Jesus Christ...

this is the media fooling you, they are attacking muslims days and nights, non stop, but they don't know the power islam, the more you attack islam in media, the more people get interested about islam, they read about it, and they find the truth.

In the tense atmosphere of the city council meeting the night of the vote, Presbyterian minister Paul Miller acknowledged that emotions were running high but told the overflow crowd he spoke from «deep pastoral concern»; he then read a prepared statement signed by 18 members of the clergy who decried «the recent efforts to single out a given group... and to seek to castigate them as being unworthy and unfit to belong to our community.»

After reading Faithful Families (and dog - earing nearly every page for Dan), I felt relieved — relieved I didn't have to understand theodicy before praying a simple blessing over my son's bed at night, relieved I didn't have to know all the answers before staring in awe into a starry sky, relieved I didn't have to be free of doubt to be full of gratitude at our family's «gratitude café.»

Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling sweetness of breastfeeding, in the repetition of cleaning, in the step of faith it took to go back to church again, in the hours of chatting that have to precede the real heart - to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not to say what we really think, in the arguments inherent to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding out of vowels during bedtime book reading, in the dust and stink and heat of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty of a soccer game in the Haitian dust, in the listening to someone else's story, in the telling of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all of a life.

My parents had graciously (read: heard the desperation in my voice and taken pity on me) invited us all over for pizza on the last night.

In fact, I read something last night that reminded me of our conversation last week about Reformed Theology, predestination, and free will.

Please don't forget that regardless of what you think, post, read, say or pray you will be caught by surprise when Jesus comes again (per the Bible, he comes as a thief in the night).

The Word was made flesh...» In my childhood, this was the Gospel reading for the morning after, the kind of explanatory imagining that would take place when the sun had risen, the angels and shepherds were gone and all the hushed wonder of the night before was blurring in memorIn my childhood, this was the Gospel reading for the morning after, the kind of explanatory imagining that would take place when the sun had risen, the angels and shepherds were gone and all the hushed wonder of the night before was blurring in memorin memory.

My parents had graciously (read: heard the desperation in my voice and taken pity on me) invited us all over for pizza that Friday night.

I shouldn't have been so surprised to recognize God when I gloated over sleeping children or nursed through cluster feeds or washed soiled sheets in the middle of the night or clapped until my fingers tingled over Christmas carols in school gyms or read aloud childish stories printed on construction paper or welcomed friends for sleepovers.

But in the readings for the First Sunday in Advent, Paul instructs the believers «to wake from sleep» because «the night is far gone, the day is at hand» (Rom.

Almost literally every night... And I am very private in my writing and research, she's read a lot of my work but I don't share with her many of the darker things that I've read.

How many women on this spinning globe read Katie and lay in bed at night desperately wrestling and writhing with their own life, hearts dizzy and aching... I was one of them.

For what do we long for when we read the Beatitudes, when we meditate on the words of Christ through lectio divina, when we join with Christians past and present to pray the hours, when we climb Teresa of Avila's «Interior Castle,» when we raise our hands in worship, when we eat the bread and drink the wine, when we walk the labyrinths, when like David we see that the night sky declares the glory of God, when we study the Bible in Hebrew and Greek, when we connect with a glorious line from Wendell Berry or Frederick Buechner, or Annie Dillard?

I'd tell you about how I read way too late into the night, always novels, and pay for it in the morning but it's totally worth it.

Working nights, he was able to use mornings and his day off in the library, reading journals and trying to keep abreast of his field.

Have a look at Night Reading a new independent publishing house over here in the UK.

I was in my cell one night reading the Gospel of John, and I couldn't help but think that Jesus was better than me.

Although it may be an improvement over reading the same tired quotes - no man knows, like a thief in the night, etc. - from a great variety of commentators...

In the third chapter of John's Gospel we read of a man named Nicodemus, a Pharisee and a ruler of the Jews, who came to Jesus by night with a searching and uneasy sense that Jesus could give him something that he needed greatly.

I remember so clearly when I read Elie Wiesel's book Night back in 2006, and reading this remarkable section:

The scripture thing happened 3 nights in a row, where I had dreams about details I read the next day.

The thousand physical influences of a green, warm, stale, almost - silent, lamp - lit, desk - furnished, late - at - night room are unconsciously eliminated in favor of a line read on the page on the desk before my eyes.

On the first night the story of the woman caught in adultery from the Gospel of St. John is read, followed by a guided meditation in which the retreatants are invited to enter into the woman's experience of shame and despair.