Hot black tea (always Lipton here!), a little sugar, a little cream. A small (or big!) slice of cake. Take out the fancy plates and cups because they should be enjoyed, not just sitting gathering dust on a shelf waiting for the perfect moment. A good book, with a simple plot. Or maybe it’s you quiet time with God. Hopefully something that takes you away from the stress of the day and gives you some space. Talking with your kids…
The Context:We heat our house by wood-burning stove. It’s old-fashioned, but we like it. And it suits our pocketbooks. Tonight, we put a fire in, and our smoke alarm went off. Okay. Odd. Closed the dampeners, and realized that the fan we have blowing the air away from the stove was actually turned toward the smoke alarm. No problemo. Easy fix. When we installed the stove, we learned what to look for, and I probably went a tad overboard by…
I’m not a morning person. Like, really, really not a morning person. I have family who is, but not me. To compound things, I have a Hubby who works nights, has worked them over 13 years, and intends to continue working nights until the day comes when he retires and we proceed to the next part of our lives. But that’s another story for another day. Ahem. So I write books now. It’s a thing. It wasn’t supposed to be…