It is bitterly cold outside. The wind is howling, the snow is swirling. And I had to wait twenty minutes for the streetcar to arrive (I think there is something morally wrong with that in this sort of weather when the government is making cold advisory warnings etc) .
I am now inside. I plan on having some tea before continuing to read through my MS with a fine toothed comb (a process I am enjoying FAR more than the edits which I finally finished).
So share with me some of your warm thoughts. What do you do on days like today? I want the coziest of stories, involving the likes of roaring fires and thick blankets.
And now if you don't mind, I think I'll put the kettle on.