Seems like overnight it became time to take all the tank tops from the closet and pull out stacks of sweaters I'd forgotten all about. And, curse it all, what I thought were allergies yesterday have blown into a full-on cold today, complete with stuffy head and aches. Still, there's a unique and specific pleasure to bundling up, pulling a blanket over you and watching movies on the laptop. Chris is off sleuthing on the west coast, so I'm not receiving the adequate amount of pity minor colds require. But at least the cats seem relatively attentive. Last night, I made a big pot of soup with leeks and carrots I got at the Farmer's Market and I've already run all my errands for the day, so there's nowhere I need to be.
There are worse ways to spend a day.