jeremy is making black bean stir-fry and watching battlestar galactica and i am writing to you and sewing a christmas gift. i can hear the water in the sink and jeremy turning on the oven. i think he just poured something.
last night we decorated my little plastic tree and i made about three courses of nibbly items. before that a jazz show over beers and food in baskets. before that a cup of coffee. before that it's saturday morning and i'm in bed thinking i love the weekend.
and i love how red wine tastes as the weather gets colder. full of warmth and deliciousness just like sunday evenings.