Happy Sunday.

Stuffed full of warm chocolate chip cookies and a taste of cold milk and hiding inside from the chill and the damp.

My live-in is packing up dishes and glassware we don't need and I am basking in the smugness of completing such grown-up financial tasks as consolidating 401(k)s, securing mortgages, and submitting expense receipts to my employer for reimbursement.

Now if I could master other things like putting away my laundry, or having the oil in my car changed on time, or even hanging my coat up in the closet when coming in from being out - we'd really be cooking.

Have a pressing need to climb back into bed for a nap and try not to obsess about work tomorrow or the difficult doctor/family combination that will be waiting to greet me bright and early.

For dinner we are having turkey pot pies and not the kind that come out of the freezer in a red and white box.

I'd share one with you if you came over and brought some wood for the fire.