What does one do, contented lounging on the sofa, the view outside bathed in golden light. The trees are swaying gently in the wind, the wind is cold, inside it’s warm with a faux fur wrap to keep warm.
It’s good to feel so contented. Cherishing it, blogging it, memory is locked and will bring it out when winter comes.
p/s get off bum to take the camera instead of taking a photo with the shitty webcam.