Borrowed from Well-Mannered Frivolity
Outside my window… it is quiet as usual with a cold winter breeze moving through the trees.
I am thinking… of the lasagna I'm going to make tonight, all the work I should be doing but don't want to because of the window and why I write better at night with a lamp with an orange glow rather than white.
I am thankful for… the Bloke. He's awesome.
From the kitchen… ingredients are waiting to be put together for lasagna and a new dessert.
I am wearing… my comfies: a grey sweater I've had for years, dark grey sweatpants and, just for fun, my fun underthings.
I am creating… meals in my mind, stories on my laptop.
I am going… nowhere for the rest of the night. Too cold!
I am reading… Silver in the Sun by Tony Parsons, an outback novel.
I am hoping… that dinner will go well (can you tell I'm a wannabe chef?) and that I'll get a lot of writing done tonight.
I am hearing… The hum of the heater, news on the tele, the husband moving around.
Around the house… not much is happening. We live in a very quiet block.
One of my favorite things… is cooking.
I don’t understand… why people have to be so heartless sometimes.
I wish… I could stop time. And start it again, of course.
A few plans for the rest of the week… Well, I have a double-birthday lunch with John Mischief (mine is the 10th, his is the 11th) and a birthday pub meetup on the 13th.
A picture to share…