I will be grading papers. Here they are.
However, I wish I were doing these things: reading Victoria, eating the chocolates Adam bought me, and perhaps spending an hour reading more in King Lear. I wish.
The fireplace is lovely. Julia lies on the floor, writing. Peter reads on the couch. The fire crackles.
Our house smells vaguely of mulled cider, thanks to this candle from Walmart. I have one in my classroom, and the students breathe deeply when they come in.