I just ground some Steve's Espresso from the Coffee and Tea Exchange in Chicago, where I get all my coffee beans (coffee snob that I am). What a wonderful aroma.
Now that I'm wearing my slippers again, because winter has settled in for good apparently, one of my socks keeps turning all the way around. It's very annoying, and I wonder why? Is it the sock, or my foot?
Today is very peaceful --after the commotion of projects and painting over the weekend, and my way-too-long day of teaching on Mondays, I'm actually at home, with a half hour to be alone, a cappuccino to sip on, as I type. And I managed to clean off part of the kitchen island (the project stuff is still sitting on the kitchen table, but I'm not facing that direction.)
I talked to my mom yesterday between classes, and my dad seems to be incrementally improving --he was actually out of bed and downstairs. He has some bloodwork scheduled for today, and they're going to see if any problems related to his kidney's turn up in that, and see if the back pain eases on its own.
And Emma made it through her outdoors field trip on the coldest day of the week yesterday without frostbite, and was in good spirits this morning before school. This is the first day in a few weeks where she was not requesting a scarf or something else I'd worn recently that smells like me to help her get through the day. Her friend K is coming home from school with us to see her new yellow room.
It's cold and rainy outside, but it's cozy and happy in here.