I love normal evenings. Last night art group (BPAG) was cancelled due to sickness and although I almost always love seeing my art friends, it felt good to just be home. It was cold and showery so I got the pellet stove going, heated up the last piece of quiche (thank you Rosemary for the eggs!) and sat in the comfy chair to finish my book.
My son stopped by on his way home from work. His hands and clothing were still dirty from his day at the farm. He wanted a recipe for chicken that he remembered eating when he lived at home.
I had my evening good night talk with Steve on the phone and settled in again in front of the fire – one cat on the back of the chair and one in my lap.
Normal – quiet – comfortable. What a blessing normal can be.