It’s a bright blustery day here, with a cutting wind that attacks the bones and whips your hair this way and that….a good day for sitting inside next to a fire in a large comfortable chair, with a mug of hot cocoa and a good book, and maybe, later in the afternoon, a little soft music to waft about the rafters while you sit and trace lazy lines in the air above the fire with your eyes, with a small warm cat curled on your lap purring contentedly as you idly scritch her behind the ears.

That’s what kind of day it is.