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Well, it's one of those days—it's overcast and chilly, and the wind is gusting upwards of 30 miles per hour. It's October outside, but inside it's cozy and warm, and the coffee is hot. I'd like to sit here all day and work on news pieces and relax and maybe even try playing the horn now that my lungs have cleared a bit. I'd like to make another batch of bread to replace what has been eaten, and I'd like to make a big pot of stew with some veggies from today's farm market.

Eustacia came home on Monday with early signs of the flu, and she is snug in bed upstairs. If today were like yesterday, she could curl up in the big chair with a blanket and a cat, and we could eat soup and cookies for lunch and watch an episode of Gilmore Girls. But she isn't feeling as bad as she expected to feel and thinks she should go back to school this afternoon.

So, instead of doing all the things I want to do today, I will be driving for three hours out in the wind where there is no Microsoft Word for writing, no blanket for wrapping up, no kitchen for cooking and no horn playing. Not even a scale, which might be all I can squeak out today anyway.

If you could create your perfect day indoors, what would you do, and what would be going on outside to make the inside that much more inviting?

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Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Ohh poor Eustacia. How wonderful though (for you) that she wanted to come home for some cosy time to get better. Three hours' travel to be with her Mum. Nice. :)
12:51 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
If you could create your perfect day indoors, what would you do, and what would be going on outside to make the inside that much more inviting"?

Your blog is rated "G" so my response to this may not be appropriate.
3:03 PM
Madame DeFarge said…
Perfect day indoors? Probably much the same as Rich. And if not that, then baking a cake. Sad but true.
5:24 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Ha ha Rich!

My perfect day indoors? Ideally all three sons and I enjoying a good meal and talks together, perhaps with some close friends. Getting them all under one roof is now not so easy though ! So - um...

Maybe a painting day, or actually being able to read a book without being interrupted by necessary chores.
6:50 PM
dive said…
I do hope Eustacia escapes the flu, Robyn. And it's good to hear you're feeling better.
My ideal day indoors is any day like today, when I wake up yelling at the alarm in the middle of the night and then realise that today I am working from home and so can escape the seven hour commute from hell.
4:35 AM
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