The furnace is on this morning... I had forgotten the smell of hot air being forced into rooms. It smells so cosy.
I may well hibernate yet. I certainly feel like I need to make a big pot of soup and bake something.
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- camp out, HT style
- And things come to mind
- and my heart beat faster
- This is a test of the emergency broadcast system
- Am I (gasp) becoming a grown up?
- she's so tweet
- Provence calling
- return of the bear
- The honeymoon is over
- let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
- guilty little pleasure
- 3 ring circus
- Breakfast is served
- brrrrr
- sniff sniff moan
- Changes
- Control...
- The Good Old Hockey Game
- What a difference and accent makes
- Infatuation
- in praise of sleep and Lego
- My conspiracy theories are coming true
- Just call me Bree
- Too tired to post
- No time to post
- toothpicks please
- The boy is asleep!!
- tick tock
- Day trip
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1 comment:
I love that sound, of the furnace clicking in and the warm air blowing up through the registers. It makes me feel safe and warm.
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