Three beautiful things most days.
1. Out of the batch of cinnamon buns, one looks perfect. I make sure Nick gets it.
2. It's my turn to be ill now, and I lie in bed listening to an audio book and floating around between asleep and awake.
3. ...and suddenly it is snowing.
1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...
