I am currently curled up in my big, round and ridiculously comfy papa-San chair. I'm wearing an old, floor length blue skirt that has been washed so often that it feels incredibly soft and decadent considering I normally wear jeans or sweats. I have a brand new book I can barely stand to put down, and a full mug of tea at my elbow. My lap is full of squashy pillows and blankets and a rather silly stuffed sheep, all topped off with two warm, sleeping piles of fur and purrs that might have once been cats before they resembled comatose stuffies. There is snow falling outside, and a movie on downstairs, murmers and whispers floating up the stairs like dandylion fluff.
I can honestly not remember ever being this relaxed before in my life.