The wind is blowing so hard outside that I'm hearing that whistling noise
I usually only hear in winter . . .
It's turned awfully stormy,
the sort of stormy that makes me wonder
if I need to turn on the radio and listen for
a weather advisory????
I'm making a pot of coffee,
and baking some cookies . . .
just because it feels like that sort of
The sort of afternoon when you want to cozy up
with a good book
and some classical music
and good coffee,
and warm cookies . . .
and hope the storm lasts
for a while.
Maybe I'll put on a load of laundry,
just to pretend I'm being
industrious and such!
Or not . . .