Then it was winter…

And  I came home from my various travels.  And there was a fire, and some clean pajamas, and a bottle of red wine, and maybe a marsh-a-mallow. And I didn’t leave my neighborhood for a long long time.


(but the house was still a huge disaster. And maybe… just maybe… dinner came from a box, with the word “escalloped” on it.)

4 Responses to “Then it was winter…”

  1. Jess Stork Says:

    You’re making me feel so much better here. I always worry that the house is a mess when I trade housework for writing. And when I’m editing… dinner may come from a can. Although, I am jealous of your fireplace.

  2. Mom Says:

    Cute pj’s!

  3. Melissa Sarno Says:

    Ah, that picture makes me feel cozy. I wish I was cuddled in front of the fire right now.

  4. Sophie Says:

    ug. i love ur books but i need to find out more about you becuz of my school pro.

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