This is my idea of a good time; plain knitting in lovely yarn, reading a book while it rains. I love that sound the cars make on the road outside, shooooosh, that’s one of the coziest sounds in the world. Laundry tumbles in the dryer. I brew coffee, wear my slippers, plan to make a pie but don’t actually make one. The middle of the morning is dim as twilight, so I turn on one lamp, and the rest of the world is shrouded in gloom, but I am curled up in the circle of lamplight, knitting and knitting.