inside
The predicted five to nine inches of snow turned out to be a dusting which melted away in the rain, taking an inch or more of old snow with it.
Today I stayed inside, close to the stove, making jewelry and listening to a book on CD and the wheezy snoring of Annabelle lying in front of the hot fire.
There’s food in the fridge, prepared, ready for dinner. Now that the sun has gone down the lamplight is cozy. I’m warm and comfortable.
- Estyn