Utter Bliss

Now this is living. The wind is howling madly, the trees outside my windows are whipping back and forth, and it is just awful out there. And I am about to be neatly tucked up in my nice flannel nightgown under my nice warm quilt with a nice murder mystery and some nice warm cats (whom I hope will refrain from throwing up on my nice warm quilt). And I just ate a nice big steak for dinner and am finishing my nice cold beer as I type.

Life doesn't get any better than this. Well, at any rate, not in this weather.

Love, Wendy