hang on, woody…
It’s a blustery day, and the poor birds have to
hang on for dear life just to get a snack.
I want to build a fire and curl up on the couch with a book and a blanket.
First, there is work to be done.
But later, there will be that fire, that book, and I will read and listen
to the wind as it howls around the corners of the house.
I don’t have to venture out today.
It’s a perfect, proper hermit Friday.
Wishing you a weekend filled with coziness.
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