Winterreise

How we know the chill is closing in, redux: I woke up this morning to find a warm fuzzy (Mac) snuggled in under the duvet with me, in the crook of my knees; and a ponderous weight (Barry) snoring contentedly on my hip. Neither of whom abandoned me when I insisted on shifting position; they just grumbled a bit, and shifted with me.

In other news, I have seventy pages of Desdaemona left to read and scribble over. If I am good, I can probably do that tonight. I have half a bottle of wine, and a full range of snacks to nibble at. It's dark, and I've got the lights on.