The atmosphere here is cold and dreary. The rain taps on the windows and the whipping of the wind makes for a cozy indoors. A hot chocolate kind of afternoon, with some candles lit. Doing some nursing of my Meghan also, on this hunker down kind of day. I have lately been somewhat confused as to the days of the week, they seem to sneak by without a mention of who they are. Two weeks in a row now I've thought that Thursday's are Wednesday's for some strange reason. Perhaps I'm a housebound squirrel.

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The day is cold,

and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Being a 'home maker'.

The fine, minute, details of life. Like stitches, repeating.

Am taking care of the home front and accomplishing the care of those said stitches [details]. Details that are not that earth shattering, glorious or exciting to mention but are so necessary. To accomplish them is a feat in itself some days. Other days, the act of nesting is very satisfying.

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Mile and miles of quiet houses,

every house a harbour

Enid Derham

A great deal of debris has been collecting of late. Some, so beautiful and other fodder not so pleasing. The beautiful, is of the natural kind, the kind that comes with this season. The crunch of the leaves and their scurrying is so welcome. The not so pretty is the collecting of everyday stuff, the household chore kind of stuff, the personal attitude stuff, the we'll get to it later stuff. That kind of stuff is very 'not pleasing' and I'm on a mission to get at it.

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That everyone for miles could see

His lantern when he did his chores

Robert Frost