Brrrrrr ...

Baby, it's cold outside!

It's the first evening this fall when I've felt the urge to eat a big ol' bowl of comfort food, put on flannel jammies, and go crawl under about eight heavy quilts, with the dog, the cat, a hot water bottle, and the remote. (Hubby can come if he promises not to let the heat out.)

Life has been busy (geocaching, hurting my back, teaching, etc.) but I'm too cold to tell you about it. I'll write more when I'm warmer. The fingers are hitting all the wrong keys right now.