Reading “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’engle, drinking a mug of hot raspberry tea with cream and Splenda while wrapped up in a king-size down comforter and listening to Ringo Starr’s 1970 album “Sentimental Journey”.
I doubt it would go over well if I showed up to work today in my cozy green sweatpants, snuggled in a big blanket, but I did throw in Tim McGraw’s newest CD while I went over year-end contracts this morning drinking a fresh cup of Dark Roast Hazelnut coffee in my favorite cow mug. Not a terrible substitute.
Between wrapping up my morning and breaking for lunch, I found these pictures, which I love. Enjoy!
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