Cold, I say again! But isn't it stunning?!
The house was cold, too, when we got in, still sulking a bit, I imagine, from being abandoned all week. But the fire's blazing up some heat, the lights are on the tree, the cat is reluctantly admitting that she knows us, and we both have lovely new books to read. (I finished All the Light We Cannot See and am several chapters into the promises-to-be-scrumptious The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters, whose Fingersmith I gobbled happily quite a few years ago.)
What about you? Are you able to relax into this "time between the years" (as commenter Eleonore tells me these days are so charmingly called in Germany)? If not, I hope you'll accept my posts as a sharing rather than a gloating. I can't help myself savouring what might just be my favourite part of the season, , l