I’m still running around in my PJs and my hair is sticking out all over. Sometimes I get caught like that by early morning visitors who stop in to say hello or are looking for a place to hunt. I smile, they smile.
I’d put the biscuits in the oven and sat down with a cup of hot tea when DC jumped from the top of the stairs wall into my lap asking for her Sunday massage. She loves her massages. Princess Fiona is sleeping on my bed. Meela is in the window.
The dogs have all been outside and this morning they ate their breakfast before us. Now they are all laying around here, cozy and warm. The fire is crackling and the homemade biscuits are almost done. The house smells really good.
Toasty and warm. I love chilly fall mornings.
