Upstairs, the kids are falling into sleep. Here, the woodstove crackles and the dog sighs and shifts position in the kitchen. The tv is set low; I'm scrolling cooking shows.
The cat is licking his paws and looking pleased with himself.
Really? Fresh dill in seafood chowder?
Tomorrow the two go back to school. I'm getting smarter - I made both of them find mittens and hats earlier so I don't have to go through that tomorrow, and C has his monthly milk money tucked away in his pack.
I should really make more gingerbread....