Nirvana

It's storming right now with rain and snow and ice and fog.  I am in heaven with the dark and gloom of an extreme weather day.  And though I'm sure there's some personality quirk in there to explain my preference for this kind of awesomely crap day, I don't even care to delve.

All I know?  This is the first day in nearly a month that I don't have somewhere to go, something to do, someone to be.  It means I'm free...to make a cup of tea, eat a cookie or two, and sit down in the world's best reading chair, a dog on each side snoring the afternoon away while I read.

To me, there's nothing better than being warm and toasty inside while storms rage around the house outside.  Especially with the perfect special effects to accompany my book about eerie, creepy, foggy London in 1887...

So, tea is done steeping now, the dogs are ready to cuddle, and I have a murder mystery to solve. Sigh. A perfect moment in time...