to curl up in a comfy chair with a mug of tea and a good book and smell that wonderful mix of spices and old books; to get flour in my hair; to sit and cross-stitch while jazz standards drift from the radio; to play boardgames by lamplight; to use a cookie jar for what it is made for; to spend an evening in wool socks and warm conversation.
That's not asking too much, is it?
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